I feel like an Angel lost in hell,
I'm burning like a sinner,
my sins burn on my skin,
they leave me breathless,
did I really deserve this sentence?
I should be in heaven right now,
with the other angels
but I'm here,
going trough fire and flames.
I'm an Angel trapped in a world not mine,
and I'm serving a sentence
that I didn't deserve.
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Poetrypoetry isn't meant to cure pain but to testimoniate it.
