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a cautionary tale,
told by many angel
lost belief in the warnings
of her winged siblings
oh poor lost dove, god bless
lost to all the distress
she fell in love with lowly world,
she fell, her broken wings now curled
we wonder, what could have turned her soul all black
nothing could call her back,
neither the young, or elder
no more swimming in the pastel skies
gave into the alluring of the colorful lies
that were beneath the soft pink clouds,
down on the wet, cold ground
so she watched them suffer, blinded
ignoring our one sided judges
the warm, softness, our memories, all dead
, her tears dripping down her cheeks and forehead
the dust of the past sins touches her eyes
she shuts them tight
not even her long lashes could protect her sight
listen, don't you dare go around
up, in the higher world
it maybe strict but spacious,
just don't give in, if you're curious
stretch your delicate wings, fly
do not cross the sinful land, do not try
ignorant excuses hidden in the pearlescent fog down here,
all of the angels that have sinned, they will appear
in the dawn, dark rainy weather
its crowded, loud, mud staining her pure feathers