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ANGELO CADERE
Written by Nemesis
With anguished song and Sheol's swords,
A mockingbird did sacrifice
And left behind her lacy words
To move on to a land of ice.
An angel bright was from her cast
Made to be taught by iron hands,
But shining stars will fall too fast
With glimmers dulled by chains and bands.
An angel who lives life in Hell
And raised by Satan stands no chance,
As he stands looking down a well
And chooses death before the lance.
As dreams are cut down to the quick,
A fire begins upon the wick…
A messenger of feathered knell
Arrived to tell a pleasing tale,
But even when outside his Hell
The angel's anger did prevail.
With mourning stab wounds tearing deep
And thoughts in tongue of serpentine
The angel hadn't time to weep
And hovered within ghostly shrines.
Then stenciled greens and circle games
Were seized and held by idle dreams
And love's beginnings seemed to tame
An angel bursting at his seams.
And as clay feet mold into lead,
The jealous flame begins to spread…
He fought with devils far more grave
Than Satans he had met ere now-
With mentors gone, he played the knave
In foreign nests where mock-birds grow.
Two hawks and eaglet met the pyre
As Angel's fury smoldered dark,
And paid the debt for Angel's fire
Brought on by death of mother-lark.
The angel fell and tumbled fast-
His heart, like Janus, faced both sides.
His first love swiftly made his last,
No guide to which side tells the lies.
When confidence turns into sin,
A dark inferno starts within…
A serpent's thoughts became the truth
And hatred fueled a growing blaze,
The angel torn from Book of Ruth
And caught within a jet-black haze.
He waved good-bye to Peter's doors
And Satan's doctrines did embrace.
His cape of night and silver swords
Tore Angel from the mocking-lace.
So sad an angel kind and true
Can and will embrace the dark,
For when his tears have all run through
He's blind to what set off the spark.
But once the smoke is true in form,
It's far too late to calm the storm.
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