Pure Intent

My anger has been stolen by the stars

For an angel came and plucked it out of my heart

I try to hold gratitude for divine intervention bestowed upon me

But the world is dulled, so I search wide and far

Praying once more the angel graces my path

 

The days go by, bleakly so

I stroll through the graveyard of gods' stolen souls

And there she lay, her ineffable purity exuding from the reaches of hell

"It's you, the star I prayed to once more know,

You trapped me in a dormant waking, for my anger made me whole."

 

Alas, the angel stared, her eyes shone with luminescence so beautifully blinding

But she left me, in the same state of angerless woe

And here I stay, emotionless, alone

 

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