Broken Angel

The sun got brighter,
when you were broken.
An angel is killed,
when your name is spoken.

I made you a cake,
with magic poison.
But it only works,
on souls not yet frozen.

Please let me kill you,
under my knife you will fall.
I want to have you stuffed,
and mounted on my wall.


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