Literary Force Magazine Literary Force Magazine Volume 2 | Page 26

How dare you try and vanquish me in hell
Hiding the truth of man
Forcing upon me the title Outcast.

I bear the name of Outcast
Though as an expelled guardian
Who once watched over man
Once holding the title of and angel
I praise my new home Hell
Yet I do not hold rage against my origin Heaven.

Stricken out as a heavenly outcast,
Nowhere to go but hell, being hunted by holy guardians
No one will know that my origins are the roots of angels and the red man.

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