”Unnamed” «•»By: Alyssa Oca«•»

She showed her face

Even the whole world are darkened;

At the last courtiers, to a different way

Snoring records for what has disappeared

Cold War lines of existence,

Death with the name of a Fallen Angel

Will gathered without a doubt;

Walking down below like a Majesty

She walk through the heavenly heaven's gate;

At the end of the day, my inner surface of the substrate

She whispered the sacred words,

Angels of death has been entered the grave