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Father into your hands
I commend my spirit
Father into your hands
Why have you forsaken me
In your eyes forsaken me
In your thoughts forsaken me
In your heart forsaken me
Trust in my self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
When I was finishing up the other one I realized I should've made it so Twilight's wings were either stapled or taped on, lost my marbles at the mental image, and had to draw this