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Dark Angel

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LolliGoth

Published: Sep 20, 2007

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Literature Text

Angel of darkness

You rip through the daylight with your black wings

You sit apon your thrown of shadows

And look down on this world of light

You wish to make it your own

Dark angel

You won't rest till it's yours

You make plans to tack it by force

You don't care who it'll hurt

You spred your darkness across this brite plant

Dark king

It's finaly yours

You took it by force

It is no longer a world of light

But...

A world of darkness

A kingdome of shadows

It will stay dark forever

And day will never come

You take your rightful place as king

Gardien

Ruler of this new world

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i instently thought of this pome when i was listening to this song called angel of darkness at you tube. here are some of the lyrics:
angel of darkness
angel of darkness
the world is in your hands
but i will fight untill the end
angel of darkness
angel of darkness
they'll fallow your camand
but i will fight and i will stand

you'll just have to hear it for yourselves
bye