The dance of bad Angels

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Moly have a broken heart
world is falling apart,
her soul is there, her mind is far,
an empty love from the start.
She wanna dance, get fun for a while,
forget the past, get rid of time,
to open her wings fly up to the sky
and see if he suffer if he is getting high.

Paul in his world,
locked up his soul
addictions shucked up youth,
black dreams, empty spaces, demons of truth
fighting ego, erasing life,
one step infront two to the side,
pain to the body waiting for cure
can't see the path that he chose.

Two roads crossed one day,
wrong directions wrong date,
different persons fall in love,
no matter how or where they belong.
But time passed by
and as a result trouth came to fight,
beliefs, ideas, dreams and hopes,
stood by the wall
get ready ... shoot!

Madness spread her mantle,
Moly and Paul lit the candle,
the flag of war was raised high
the God of Love ran to hide.
Ashes of moments float in the air,
mind and heart fight for their love affair,
broken mirrors, bloody nails,
confused emotions look for details.

Red moon raised up,
angels and demons came from the dark,
firsts in white, seconds in black,
the battle is ready to start.
The sword of words is sharp,
nails direct to the heart,
Lightning fall on earth,
Moly lost her breath.

Minutes of truth are flying,
Paul with Moly in his hands is crying,
they lost the control
the red line was cut
and now one of them is dying...

They didn't respect each other,
the one word bring another,
They caught by hands
she fall from the stairs
red lake of blood surrund her...

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