Look at my halo,
it's so crooked,
it was bent
by my hand.

Tear out my feathers,
one by one by one,
no wonder you
turned and ran.

My white robes,
dirt and blood stained,
take a look
and see?

Fall from a building,
with tears in my face,
only death will
set me free.

08/26/2002

Posted on 08/26/2002
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