Crimson Tears of a Fallen Angel

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears flowing like molten ruby. Each drop, a speck of lost glory, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel cast. He lay broken, his once radiant form now shadowed by despair. The ruby tears, a symbol of his fall, glistened in the gloaming. A sigh carried on the wind, narrating a tale of lust and its fat

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