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No One Mourns The Wicked

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Seas-of-Emerald

Published: Apr 17, 2015

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It seems no one would miss me
When I fell from the angel's grasp

Righteousness dwindled to nothing
As my fingertips laid upon the devil's hand
And my heart plunged to hell-fire

I walked among the heinous souls
Corrupted and fallen from grace

The marks of the angel's lips
Faded from my bruised skin

Feathered wings crumbled as I fell
My shadows cowered at my dastardly breath

The virtuous never purged the evil
They only let the blood-red flames turn us to ashes

Because no one loved the twisted
Tears were not shed for the impure
The laments were only for the honorable
Because no one mourns the wicked

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