Dark Angle, by WittrR
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The wings of the Dark Angle
Flap in the silence of night
Soul black as the sinful pleasures
Victim fallen to this devilish plight
Fiery hot as hell
But cold as ice
Indulgence has no limit
Worked the devilish charm-twice
The lips of the Darkest Angle
One kiss could kill
Possessed by something out of this world
Dark Angle over takes the soul
If looks could kill
Death surrounds us all
Still and stonelike memories
The evil eyes of the Dark Angle
Sinister mind games
Reach the end of the line
The mind of the Dark Angle
Empowers the world into submission
The Dark Angle
Lives deep in the heart
And soul
Of every beautiful figure.
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Posted: 2011-05-02 23:10:04 UTC |
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