Angels have fallen down,
And i can't decide the purpose of their falling ,
If they have fallen down then to what depth human will fall down?!

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( Who am I ? )

I am that nomad who fell for the dry desert in order to quench his thirst.

I am that blind wanderer who walked on the rope in order to test his visions.

I am that lovelorn gypsy who was moonstruck the moment the word 'love' infiltrated his world.

I am that war that still thinks that my irenic villa is safe.

With the sands dropping and marking an hour, I find myself all perplexed and agonized on the question, "Who am I, really ?"

With Time in a hurry, I just can't decide whether I am an illusion or just delusional soul ?

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The devil who fall in love with an angel....
like I fell for you.

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Her love was dark but deep enough for me to drown to save her demons for my angels.....

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Angels have fallen
From the dry sky
In the dark duskiness
Like a explorer outlook
And I can't decide it
Or
We have to be wise, patience, and in our actions we must be reflective
To make our strategy that's the most effective,
Think through what will work or will not work,
Then from taking your first step, do not shirk, 
The longest journey begins with a single step,
Even if you've planned far ahead in your prep
Daydreaming leads you nowhere; do it forever,
Building castles in air? You'll live in them never,
Your thoughts can fly high and may touch the sky,
You may end up in a fool's paradise, high and dry
They say "the most effective way to do it, is to do it"
Now don't keep reading my write-up , just go and do it!

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Angels had fallen,
The moment she
Bited that temptation.
She called him devil,
He made her do sins,
But everytime he knocks,
She can't help but let him in.

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Angels have fallen
down to earth...
No vacancies
even in heaven ...

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Angels have fallen,
Now that a good man has come to war.

Night will fall and drown the sun when a good man goes to war. Friendship dies and true love lies. Night will fall and the dark will rise when a good man goes to war. Demons run but count the cost; the battle's won but the child is lost.

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The silent night , the pleasant sky
The soft breeze on my skin , the illumination of lamp
My soft moving "wing" gonna "sing" ...which could "ping" everyone not with a "glove" but only with a pure "love"!!!!!❤❤❤

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Angels have fallen.
Their halo shattered,
Silky robes smeared in dust,
withered wings, feathers tattered
And protrusions of pain and hurt.
But Still there eyes so bright,
Even the stars delight
At their sight.

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