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Would she still be an angel there,
Gripping the black satanic blade?
If she welcomed the crimson, flowing wet,
Let it pour from her porcelain veins?

Would he still love her,
And see her the same,
Or would he flee as the scarlet rained?

Would she lie there unaccompanied
In her pool of twisted agony?
Or would he stay and help to bleach
Her now stained red and Hell-marred wings?

If her halo fell and wings went black,
Would he comfort her, or turn his back?
Would he wipe away the satin tears,
Cleanse the pain and slay her fears?

If she stumbled and fell to Satan's dagger,
Would he weep for her as Father condemned her?

If she lost her Heaven, where would she be?
Alone eternally, in black abyss?

Would he stay to save her,
Or would she bleed?
In the end it's down to this