This is a story(In this case a poem/story...thing...O.o) of something good gone bad, over being taken for ranted and not respected as the person she was. An Angel...
An angel's Fury
Her wings used to be white as snow,
Her head hung low.
The wings once white are now black as coal,
Killing was her goal.
The thing she once loved,
She pushed aside and shoved.
Her halo now won't shine,
The only sound she heard was an annoying whine.
The angel embracing her dark magci within her,
Goodness now a blur.
The humans down below shall fear,
An angel scorn can pay you dear.
Disrepected and pushed around,
Taken for granted and confound.
She takes their lives now,
the good is gone, the dark shall plow.
Killing their universe in her hand,
Their bones crushed to dust like sand.
Once was good is no more,
Left on earth is all just gore.
Her head hung low.
The wings once white are now black as coal,
Killing was her goal.
The thing she once loved,
She pushed aside and shoved.
Her halo now won't shine,
The only sound she heard was an annoying whine.
The angel embracing her dark magci within her,
Goodness now a blur.
The humans down below shall fear,
An angel scorn can pay you dear.
Disrepected and pushed around,
Taken for granted and confound.
She takes their lives now,
the good is gone, the dark shall plow.
Killing their universe in her hand,
Their bones crushed to dust like sand.
Once was good is no more,
Left on earth is all just gore.
Yeah...and thats it...for now....Heh heh heh... sweatdrop
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