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Warnings: Yet again, nothing. Summary: Poem. Aziraphale/Crowley. "How beautiful my angel is / Falling in his sin" How beautiful my angel is, Falling in his sin. There was a time that he believed In my perfected beauty, But the mind I gave him got in his way And his opinion slowly changed. Sure, it was an innocent thought at first, Or at least he thought it was-- And I must admit that I was far too harsh on him. He wasn't like the Morning Star, This angel wasn't arrogant, didn't think himself better than the others; He didn't look at me and wonder if I could do wrong; He didn't think much of anything at all-- It was just a vague concept of beauty, A thought that one of my creations could be more beautiful than me. I admit that I was jealous for a moment And that was why I sent him down. But part of me still wondered if I was doing the right thing, And his Fall wasn't like the others'. It was simpler. Less painful. I couldn't stand to hurt him so much. Still, now I know that what I did was right, Because he was needed to guide that angel Who had been far better than me.  Aziraphale is prettier than you
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