Angels
They hate what they are
Guardians of humanity
They, like their counterpart also lose faith
But they have seen the lord
Therefore they repent
Angels
They hate what they are
Older brothers
They have to be there
Angels
They hate what they are
Like mothers
They have to care
It were well for them if a millstone were hanged about their neck and they were thrown into the sea, rather than that they should cause one of these little ones to stumble.
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