Angels in sin

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“For the gods, love is nothing human, why is their heart woven from the edge of the universe, since such an inspired one is not subject to control? But in the heart of my god I will not find that chill that pulls the tail of empty nothingness. In my arms I burned until the last day, on the day when our fire goes out, we will die together on the outskirts of the sparks. There the sparks of light and the flame of your heart will go out. But not now, let me stay with you for a while longer, impossible God. You are an impossible spark that came to me in the darkness, brightening my darkness of the pestilence. The purest angel, whose feathers are in blood, who stands on bones and dispels the darkness. Sleeping not a single life, giving hope to others, even God's heart carved rocks into flames Agnia is able to turn gifts. The carousel of love will finish its turn, but we are stuck at the top where the sky gets tangled in your hair, and thoughts and birds fly into oblivion. Walking on a tightrope, we will both fall, surrendering to love, the angels will sin, giving their souls into the arms of delight. No matter how much darkness they look for us, we are still two guiding stars, one constellation of impossible love...”