O pity! My Dark angel, nurse thy wounded wings,
and let my love heal thy torn pain.
It is of thee, my broken one, that I forever sing

of how silvery bells, for thy virgin soul, loudly ring
and cry bitter tears to God in bloody vain,

"O, pity our Dark Angel, and nurse her wounded wings!

"From Hell he came, Lord of Lies. His lust did bring
him to her, to leave on her breast his bile stain.
It is of her, our Broken One, that we forever sing

"of how he waits still on Earth, in silence, lying
to rape her again and again with his poison kiss profane.
O, pity our Dark angel, and nurse her wounded wings!

"and of how you crawl back, nightly, to return, broken and bleeding
to his embrace -- Why? We beg thee, our Dark Angel, refrain!

"It is of thee, our Broken One, that we forever sing 
of how, even now, in wicked malice, black skin, kneeling
over thou, the grinning demon ties his leathery reign---"

O, pity my Dark Angel, and nurse your wounded wings!
It is for you, my broken one, that I forever sing.

by Adrian Feliciano

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