Second poem. If anyone has any requests, please review and let me know.
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Destiny's saviour.
That's what he's supposed to be.
Saving us all from damnation
But how can a broken soul
Be anything more than tattered?
The tortured becomes
The torturer
Flourishing in hell
Daddy's little blunt instrument
Marked inside and out
The hero stands tall
A flash of black
On once pure white soul
Angel in human form
Fighting the demons
That only he can see
But everyone can feel
Destiny's saviour
Must first conquer himself
Before vanquishing
Hell and all within it.
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Next up, I'm thinking either John or Cas. Anyone any preferences either way?