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    White Wings Run Red
    White Wings Run Red
    White Wings Run Red
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    White Wings Run Red

    By Jacob Thompson

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    A simple collection of poems that I've gathered over the last few years.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJacob Thompson
    Release dateJun 21, 2012
    ISBN9781476040851
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      White Wings Run Red - Jacob Thompson

      A Thousand Stars

      A thousand stars

      Pierce the veil

      Demons pour forth

      From the gates of Hell.

      Whispers of laughter

      Filled with joy untold

      Echo in twisted dreams

      Tormenting the soul.

      A desolate wasteland

      Broken and scarred

      Virtue desecrated

      Ravished and torn.

      A thousand stars

      Bear witness to all

      White wings run red

      As another angel falls.

      Angel’s Tears

      The night is warm,

      Yet she shivers with cold,

      From the freezing vapors,

      Suffocating her soul.

      Honey masked the poison,

      Of everything he said,

      Hands soiled with death,

      Bathed the field in crimson red.

      Tears fall from the Angels,

      While demons dance with glee,

      For an innocence desecrated,

      And a spirit left to bleed.

      Numbing Pain

      I am not dead

      Yet not truly alive

      My heart still beats

      Blood cold as ice.

      Darkness around me

      Embraced by numbing pain

      Struggle to retain my life

      As death calls my name.

      Appeasing Eyes

      Smile throughout the day,

      Sun bright and

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