As he was, a gorgeous yet mighty angel fighting valiantly throughout the balanced plains as he is, merely stains and scars of his beauty. for his wings and heart are broken from the most cruel words spoken betrayal. His face hideously mangled and his mind is gone for his thoughts are all tangled in a web spun from pure lies ambushed and beaten by trusted comrades revealed to be spies. Oh he groans as he buckles in pain both physical and mental and far beyond plain it's excruciatingly awful it's utterly insane. Rest well now angel for your services shall not be in vain open your eyes and witness them all slain it laughs as it echoes through his sad and tormented head and never let up till the day he lay dead