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Watch Those White Wings
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Angels and devils she walks so elegantly and with grace
and she lifts her beautiful pale face
her face is that of a true angels beauty
and now wafting over here is her scent, luciously fruity
she is almost all white in all hues and adorned with gold
her skin soft and shows no signs of being that of someone old
I look on from a distance, from a behind a bush
and a single white strand, from your face aside you push
but you have no halo, no angel truly does
that is just how God was to tell who everyone was
now they wear their symbol on their neck
the symbol on her neck, was a classic, a cross no need to check
she walked lonely accompanied by only her white dove wings
dearly fond of her like they were always with her, they seemed to closely clings
they are so seemingly loving and alluring, they call out to my soul to leave my mortal vesel
but thats what they do they call the souls to them, to bring them to a place were they will feel a gental, eternal nessel
being mortal mearly observing, my soul jerked to be with them even as they extended to fly off
I was tricked by her siren like ways, her wings are beautiful but to them I scoff
