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I am no longer an angel.
I have lost my place.
I do not have my halo,
Or my glowing face.

My wings have been plucked dry.
They're now just skin and bone.
Debate it, I did try,
But I have lost my home.

None of the angel's talk to me.
They dont even shout.
My disgrace is all they see.
I have been cast out.

I must walk by myself. Its true.
I am on my own.
Theres nothing left to do,
But enter my new home.

A place where sinners live.
Atleast how god did see.
I have nothing more to give.
So here is where I'll be.

This is the place that satan made.
Where time moves too slow.
I am cold and afraid.
It is a world I dont know.

If you can hear me,
Belive me when I say,
That all I want to be,
Is your angel once more this day.