His wings are broken
His mouth shut - within it lay words left unspoken
His body is tormented through violent eruptions
Years of drought - his soul suffered huge deductions
He looked back
He just couldn't let go
The shape of a human now molded in stone
Beware of his heart, it's broken glass
With pain overwhelmed
It cuts you open
Because of life it's broken
A rope around his neck, no clothes on his back
He is thrown upon a rack
Broken angel of stone - a piece of ruin all alone
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