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12 Descending Angels
Fall Upon My Unlocking Lips, Besieging My Temptation They've Locked Me At The Hips. Unleash Thy Bitter Onslaught, Unleash Thy Bitter Will, For Ive Taken Many None To Soon, And My Mind Has Wondered Yonder. With Sweet Heart Dear Dread Departs, But soon crumbles Unto Bitter Ashes. Ive Taken A Many, Beatings Before, And Left with Scars From Bloody Slashes. My Heart Drips Soggy, My Brain Crumbles Dry, Until The Day Of Sweet Depart. Ill Hear Those Words For They're Ones To Cure. When Time Departs From Bittered Bloody Hearts. When Life Does Bloom From Ash Filled Wombs. Ill Wait For You As All Times Past. Even Though Patience Is Not One To Last. For Sorrow Lingers Above My Heart , Only With You Dear Friend, Will All Pain Depart.
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