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The Rape of an Angel
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Random Thoughts The angel lay, her wings spread full,
Her Satyr knows she's at the end of her tether .
Her broken battered body, still---
Too heavily drugged to feel her feathers.
He slices through her porcelain robes,
To see the milky white skin below.
She winces with shame and throws her head,
Thrashing to the side, to sob alone.
He inhales the sweet aroma of life,
Her beating heart so rapidly fighting.
And calls forth her spirit, into his chest,
As she falls under the demon's evil almighty.
