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Golden-eyed Angel

Judson_Kaique
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He came from heaven, his image was radiant. Not knowing how to return home, golden-eyed angel, find your way. Golden-eyed angel, find your way. Fly again, the world is dark, and they don't deserve your kindness. You confessed to me who came on a mission, but your submission makes you weak. Golden-eyed angel, find your way. Fly away, the world is dark, and they don't deserve your kindness. But your submission makes you weak, weak as rose petals under thorns. Return home, you again. We don't deser

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He came from heaven, his image was radiant.

Not knowing how to return home, golden-eyed angel, find your way.

Golden-eyed angel, find your way.

Fly again, the world is dark, and they don't deserve your kindness.

You confessed to me who came on a mission,

but your submission makes you weak.

Golden-eyed angel, find your way.

Fly away, the world is dark, and they don't deserve your kindness.

But your submission makes you weak,

weak as rose petals under thorns.

Return home, you again.

We don't deserve them.

Golden-eyed Angel - Judson Kaique

July 28, 2026

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  • PaulaOkonkwo

    I'm feeling the exhaustion in this. Like you wrote it at the end of a hard day when you couldn't pretend anymore.

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  • gwen64

    Is the angel someone you know, or is it more about what kindness costs when nobody's watching?

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  • benfromnights

    The 'world is dark and they don't deserve your kindness' hits different when you mean it.

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  • MelanieOdum

    You keep telling the angel to leave, to fly away. Do you think staying and being kind despite everything would be strength instead?

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  • readsOnTheTrain

    There's something about a being that's too gentle for this world. Not sad, just... trapped by what they are.

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  • theointhebackrow

    the refrain hitting the same way every time... thats actually really effective

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  • samReads2

    When you wrote 'weak as rose petals under thorns' - does the angel choose to come down, or does it just happen to them?

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