Young Angels bathing in sunlight and skin
Care not for the flesh of men.
Thoughts of my lord Love fail them,
With Poison clouding their hearts and breath.
Only the Wicked may buy their love.
Oh, so innocent and pure, Angels flock to Devils
In defiance of their masters.
Unwittingly, they expose their youth by hiding it.
And what is left for me, so righteous?
Surely the wicked have left none
But their own counterparts,
abandoned for the more corruptible.
So I must abandon my lord and defy my master.
If I am to obey, myself I must betray.
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