Massacred

Is an angel but a mortal once its wings are no more, or are the fallen lesser beings for having succumbed to such gruesome depths? A part of my soul died the day that she had her divinity taken away from her. I felt like crying over the loss of a wondrous entity. Immensely sorrowful does not begin to describe the stunning disbelief with which I gazed upon the horror that lay before me. Her once marvelous strands of hair lay lifeless on a cruel, cold floor, as my whole being shattered to pieces amongst the ashes of perfection.

They called it a great success; I called it a massacre.

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