If Hell is where you met me,
Would you show me what Heaven looked like?
Would you take your wings and shelter me,
As bullets made of words fly?
Would you give me back my halo?
Or leave me there to die?
If Hell is where you met me,
Would you sit and watch me burn?
It's my own grave I would've dug-
Yet Angels love I'd yearn.
Am I just a fallen Angel,
Or the Demon that I know?
The one that dips in shadows-
To forgo the eb and flow.
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