The Angel digs his heels in,
and runs off with his brothers.
Left behind, I do not mind,
This time away from others.
My temper’s blown over.
The air is calm and clear.
When the Angel’s finished running,
he’ll come home,
and I’ll be here.
You’re an angel with a mood swing,
loved ones emotionally abused.
Hierarchy makes you always right,
eternally excused.
You’re charismatic and you know it,
you’ve caught me with a spell.
Nobody really knows your heart.
Bloody man of Hell.
A death head puts you at the top,
your brothers have your back.
The wind is where you’re most at home,
The leader of your pack.
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A car accident this morning brings back memories of loss.
My nephew is ok, though his car is not.
I can’t help but cry and remember my girl.
She wasn’t ok.
I’m so sorry Bryer.
