I was your angel, your gift from the heavens.
You gave me my name, picked from someone who lived before me. I carry their spirit, one that I have never known.
With gifts, there aren’t supposed to be conditions linked to them,
but not with me.
My existence wasn’t a gift enough, but everything I could do,
everything I could ever provide.
My love was never enough. Blood meant nothing to you, just the glory of knowing what I was capable of.
The blood of my enemies has always tasted sweet,
but this drink shouldn’t be coming from my own blood.
I renounce the name you gave me, I chose my new one well.
I hope you live with the reminder that I am no longer your angel.
I am my own, with ease,
Angel Adagio.
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