P R O T E C T I V E ANGEL
When my angel cries, I am at her side. I comfort, I embrace and I protect her. When the enemies close in I become a warrior
who fights for her honor. If someone
tries to her hurt they will be destroyed and placed within my darkened prison and
await their judgment day. The enemy
cannot hide for I will leave no rock unturned.
I will not sleep until I know she is safe. I cannot be seen but I can be felt and I can
be your worst nightmare. There will be
no mercy as you will be chained to my walls of shame while I place a mirror before you,
in hopes you will see the shameful person you are. I despise you and I hate you for you have caused
nothing but tragedy and pain to someone who has saved me from the
underworld. I am faithful and loyal and
will never fly again as long as the enemy lives. I am a broken angel because she has been
broken and NOW I am her protector.
Broken Angels
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