Angels Poem by Gianni Pintus

Once a beautiful angel start an infernal race,
The pain is seen in his shadow celestial face.

We all fell once,
We all fell down twice.

But tonight was the night that angels fly,
Deep and far away above the sky.

Flying through with their soft pale skin
Cutting through the clouds with every mean.

But their worst fears are coming true,
Even the mighty inhabitants of heaven knew.

The rain pours out but the angels didn't make a sound,
So they are given to the all Gods the last flying around.
Endless run above the full ambitious moon,
Devils are making havoc from below too soon.
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The number they choose to win is 666,
But Angels are too good defeating every sins!