I am a theme of Evil
You call me a type of darkness, but yet I am not
Sanity is one thing I am no longer able to uptain
Power controls me.
I should act like I own every thing around me,
but yet you still think me pure.
because of these white and pure wings.
you think me pure
because they are not stained with blood you do not -
flea at my presance
I would curse these wings,
but I love them
I can only be female
I am the ony one of my kind that acts this way.
I should act another way, but I don't.
That is why you think me pure
My feathers stray from my wings and float in the wind
They leave my wings and find new homes.
They live hapily on their own
Away from me...
If only you would not think me pure
but still you think me pure...

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