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Toxic Angel
Smoke; winds and chokes
It's way along the streets.
The dull and regular clump of feet
And in the sky above the
Toxic, yellow air and light, and street girls
And drink, an Angel prepares to
Descend into the gloom.
A heavenly warrior - hesitating?
What fearest thou, O warrior of light?
Does your Master's creation appal you?
It does him.
Toxic Angel, coming down
Amidst the rust and razor-down.
Infected Angel, arriving now
Yet none of mortal world will bow.
Toxic Angel coming down.
Now he's here and what's he got?
Drink and girls and cash and rot.
Infected now and left alone
Toxic Angel can't go home.
We infected you and now
No more holy chorus.
Join us here and you'll see
The Toxic Reaper claim us!
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