Crimson Tears of a Fallen Angel

The heavens wept solemnly, their celestial tears raining like molten gold. Each drop, a shard of lost glory, landed on the shattered aureole of an angel fallen. He lay broken, his once radiant form now shadowed by despair. The ruby tears, a symbol of his fall, glistened in the moonlight. A whisper carried on the wind, telling a tale of lust and its

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