An angel who lost his wings;
An angel who no longer sings.
On the day I was born, heavy rain fell;
One innocent angel was sent down to Hell.
Lost and alone, without a glimpse of hope;
Less he knew of another way to cope.
Temptation, pride, greed and lust;
These malicious sins have become a must.
His heart lingered with a void;
Happiness in his soul once enjoyed.
Gone with the bewitching wind;
His heart slowed and he grinned.
An angel he was, he recalls;
"Now I'm the sinner after all."
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