צחי אבנור / Halo of Flies |
Blithe were the days
Before the angel fell to earth
The dazzling redhead
Now the Angel of Death
Light is thy face
And thy body is fair
White is your skin
And red is thy hair
The brightest of Haloes
The whitest of all
The embodiment of happiness
Oh, how did you fall?
Dark is the grave
And each mortal dies
A feast to the maggots
Surrounded by Halo of Flies
You were the princess of heaven
Sent here to revive the dead
But mercy was not in your head
And you shunned away the sad
Enslaved yourself to happiness
And I enslaved myself to thee
But you were busy in joy
And you shunned away me
Light is thy face
And thy body is fair
White is your skin
And red is thy hair
But time will consume thee
In the end you'll decay
No matter how perfect are thee
Death will always have his way
Dark is the grave
You've fallen from skies
You share my destiny
Now surrounded by Halo of Flies
היצירה לעיל הנה בדיונית וכל קשר בינה ובין
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.
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