#noteangel

py print("I can hear the echo in the halls of calls not for me. An aching heart, a broken guide, a scared animal made from the guilt. I surround myself with a serpent and eve, like the garden of Eden, watching them pull Apples from the tree, and. Who am I but to watch, as they both fall apart, tearing both down, like the people who steal the crown; I am a prototype, unfit to judge all I've ever known came from both of them. I leech and steal, to build myself, but not will ill will.")