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The World is leaving me behind.
My soul is nowhere to find.
A blade to the wrist reminds me of what i had.
I seem to have lost everything and it feels bad.
My morality is gone, my mind's a wreck,
I have dreams of scars around my neck.

when the blade is inserted, i feel it all.
It's like the dream when you continuously fall.
That overwhelming feeling of darkness and deciet,
Is that same sick surprise, pleasing, yet bittersweet.
He left me here, alone, i lie, awaiting my end,
Just before the misery chord, A message he did send.

A transformation of proportion, she soon would undergo.
Black angel wings and long sharp fangs, they soon began to show.
She screamed in pain as she changed, forever diffrent and cold,
Alone she would be, but it was was more that what she was told.
The messenger gave her, a gift from above,
but to her it was a curse, and made her feel unloved.

"My child, you will go forth, and vanquish all that is bad,
Death is not an option, and you will probably be mad,
You have been chosen as a guardian of the earth,
Protector of it's people and all that makes its worth.
You now have the duty to perform what needs to be done,
Even though your appearance is something they will shun."

"Why have you done this to me, if you call me of your own?"
She cried out to him in dismay, as if it had not shown.
"I never did wrongly, I asked of you not in vain,
And now you have chosen this fate, as i writhe about in pain.
I understand you not, no matter how devine,
You may be god above me, but my will is mine!"

She began to cry in pain and let her anger rise,
A black aura began to surround her and red was in her eyes.
Unbelieveable power soon began to ensue,
It engulfed her quite suddenly, and then she knew.
In order to out-power them, in order to win,
She would use her power against them, and she would not give in.

She fights for us today, in all of our hearts,
The spirit of angelic rebellion, That one specific part.
Take your power, just like her,
And we will rule all together.