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P. S. Burton

El Alma de UN Angel caído
(Soul of a fallen angel)

I walk upon the judge of heaven to
Give him my plea of innocence of sin.
I did wrong, but can I be forgiven of
The unfaithful, dirty, nasty, things I've done.
He stood up and looked me in the eye to
See if my sorrow was in fact in vain
I stood without sound and he asked me about
Love, I said to him loathing that vary word
That I hate everything about it,
He said to me that was the worst he'd ever heard
I fall to my knees pleading for life
He turned his head at me and left, Doom!
A simple tear of blood ran down my face
And then I woke from my slumber to find
That what I saw was a dream and nothing
Else and laid my head down and slept.