Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.
Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night?
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws
Death Makes Angels of us all.
The time you wait subtracts the joy The heads the angel you destroy
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