A really old poem >_


Angels fall from the sky when they die

Angels fall from the sky when they die
their wings grow black
from a great dark lie
That all the angels allready are dead
That a stone on the ground is a fallen angels head

But what about the black angels in hell
How come they are still fealing well
the answer is easy
the world has grown cold
the war rules the earth
and love's put on hold.




Poetry by MoonChild
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Written on 2005-09-15 at 20:24

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dark, sombre but truthful... very good observations... evil should be the first to dwindle, not love... crazy life at times, isnt it... allready = already, is a fallen angels head = angel's head, fealing = feeling, the war rules the earth = it works with "the" being there but i think itd read better without it, just my suggestion :) good poem... thanks for sharing :f

later... xx
2005-09-16