Whispers of the Damned

Fallen from the heavens,
Clouded in their fate.
Sad groups of seven
Watch them as they wait--
Winged beings watching in sadness,
Destroyed--near breaking!
Descending into madness,
God's heart breaking...
Saints in their own delusion.
Rushing into the open arms of insanity,
Scared of God's will in their lonely seclusion.
Thrown from Heaven--demons to Christianity.
The fallen angels of vanity--
The bane of all humanity.

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