The angels sing their hearts out
but no one stops to listen.
Blood is pouring out now,
boasting sins and visions.
Visions of what we hope and want.
Dangerous with no cure.
Diseased and intoxicating,
it led me straight to you.
-by Miss Scarlet Inian on the 22nd of February 2010
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