devil wings

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Devil wings you hide behind
the blood on your spine;
is it black like your dreams,
transparent like your sweat,
dusky as your tears? 

How can I deny your atramentous grin,
hinting your incisors and manic glint,
when you ask to move with me,
take my final steps,
as the organs stream music to the side,
as we waltz on the bones 
of those who opposed your realm,
as we take our final dance? 

You are the angel of paradise;
a paradise where justice is at the hands
of no law,
where the prison cells are holding
no man, 
where death cannot touch those 
who have no soul,
where god cannot control your fate
and no prayers move between your lips;
it is an independent paradise,
it is a lonely existence, 
it is where you will host our final dance. 

Devil wings flap as you reign a free world;
free of order, of rule, of emotion;
why do you waste your dusky tears
when you see that I am its prisoner? 

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