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The Broken Halo
They thought they were perfect in every way
Like they were a gift from God— without flaw
Like they were safe from darkness’ gaping maw
As if night couldn’t fall upon their day
They talk of the halo above their heads
And say they are safe from death’s looming threat
Of how their goodness is a safety net
Stopping darkness from tearing them to shreds
The halo breaks from the weight of their wrongs
All the darkness that they hide from their songs
Their wings are clipped and they fall from the sky
Their perceived goodness is dipped in crimson
Their darkness, from the ashes, is risen
Now they see that they’re the true bad guys
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