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Seraph! Your guise is abhorred to us, leave or face you insinuated position. That embelem no longer symbols what it did. No, not it does not.
You'd be chased like a ball and with no want for a body to serve your skull from - only the wings are left to be plucked.
Innocence, in where?
Not us, nothing is innocent, we live our original sin.
They know younger today.
Mr worldly wiseman, his path is the only left open now, though the precipice no longer wains in dangle, it's been enterprised - health and safety.
The other path, further hidden.
Your celestial promise and prize lies forgotten for chocolate.
Shrink wrapped and laser printed.
Checkered tiles and jam tarts.
Further fantasy than yours, built on older foundations.
We can look back on your purity as something for them.
We have all our purity in sealed boxes.

Left behind.