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Created on: July 10, 2010
The Saint,
So pure,
Mind of an innocent,
Fighting for the greater good,
The light is visible in their aura,
But the halo is hidden,
They will earn their wings one day,
Yet they are so free,
They already feel as if they could fly,
Then below them the fallen lies,
The sinner,
Broken,
Defeated,
Full of deceit and treacherous ways,
Beaten down by the cruel ways of this world,
Burdened by their past and their victims,
Darkness and destruction follows them along their path,
Along this endless, winding road to the gates of hell,
Their final destination.
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