Angel of Severance

Bring me an angel,
this time alive.
It’s only needed,
for me to survive.

I’m bringing you down,
the stormy riders moan.
A new kind of town,
stripped to the bone.

Severance is calling,
she knows of your ship.
Be your own god,
and not war ship

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