Fighting BeautyLow beneath the distant starsLies Lucifer with sixty scarsIf Mars had not denounced her prideThen Venus would not have defiedBreak the rules, pay the priceKeep it up, a fool twiceBut revolution feels so nice!I’m going to beat you!!Prince, you’re stale with despairAnd Little Princess doesn't careHow fair her beauty, thick her prideShe’ll find her way down deep insideNever fret, she has wingsNever stare, lest she singsI’ll pave my way with sixty ringsAnd I’m going to beat you!Swiftly stole my crimson rose, you didYet boldly I opposeI broke the mold, as you can seeSo don’t play God or Prince with meDon’t punish me, it’s not a crimeSave me not; I’m just fineI’ll rise up on my own this timeIn fact, I will beat you!No more cage for pretty-birdNo more abiding by your wordYou left me here, despite your dutyNow I am a fighting beautyShed my skin, fabric tornSpread my wings with rings adornedI am L
AngelSobs resound against the white wallsAnd in the foggy light, our eyes meetOur fingertips touch, we fall to our kneesAnd gently I caress your hairAnd weep in pity for your despairIt should not be me comforting you~And when the box that contains us falls apartLet’s tear a hole and jump into the cold voidAs we clasp each other, your wings will spreadAnd we’ll fly to the top and look for the endNot knowing whether we should expectA miracle or sudden death--A crack in the darkness--Flapping your great wings, you carry me out thereAnd I cling to you, trembling with emotion“Don’t cry,” you say, “for your eyes will feel sore.”“I love you,” I sayYou take me down to earth, into the trees and buildingsWhere there is a celebration waiting for us.
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