The Angels silently mold together Clinging to the other half of their hearts Defining God and his creations Determined to never be torn apart. A fine line between good and bad was drawn But still they hold fast to their love For they know the depths of their hearts Something God has no control of. Standing within the still darkness They take shape and unite Creating an infinite dark embrace Destroying all bindings of black and white.Birth sign: Pisces
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