SINFUL

These black wings
Torn and tattered
The dark feathers
Lay scattered
Through the window
A dim light
Not knowing
If it's day or night
The owner
Of those wings
Listening to no
Angels singing
The dark of dusk
The dawn of day
But in this room
It goes either way
The cold breeze
Flying in
This room
Of major sin

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