On the place unknown to human race.
Lies a little angel
An angel that shines,
An angel that cries,
A little angel that slowly dies.
Asking for some help
From a god above
And the people below.
But his voice can’t be heard
pain is tearing it apart,
only some little fragments
can reach human’s heart.
In the middle of everything,
He will remain,
until one that prophecy says
Screams out his name.
- THE END -
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