He wasn't anyone's satellite
Lonely Sky meteor
Angel at exile from feathers naked
Nostalgic of beauty, to be her witness
Withstand pain passions, he stayed a half
Until in death's hug, to tilt
With blood bubbling, as a rebel shouts
He came earlier and later will leave
For a Resurrection, he pulls you to the Light
Insists! He takes all responsibility
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