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Angel
He lies bound in pain,
The rusted guillotine sticks,
The crowd jeer and shout,
It begins to slide again.
Stop,
Silence.
A figure emerges wreathed in flame.
Father of falcons,
Judge of souls,
Controller of life.
He hits the floor,
Rolls to a stop.
He no longer feels his thudding heart,
Cannot see the scales drop,
Lifes knowledge comes in a rush,
Jaws close,
Retribution is finally known.
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"There are gems of beauty all around us. Open your eyes and recognise."
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