What thoughts are you blessing the world with?
Are you blessing, or are you damning, hating, forsaking?
Little angel, with your thoughts on everyone all the time
How do you remember them, think of them?
Are they full of love and beauty, or of loathing, hurting, hating?
When you were born, little angel,
Everyone thought you were perfect, you could do no wrong.
Maybe you were.
What made you fall, my little angel?
What made you damn, hate, loath, forsake, hurt,
My black hearted little devil?
-2000 (Roughly)
