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Irony's Heaven
I’m broken hearted, wrist are bleeding
Everything inside me is quietly kneeling
To the angel that stood before
Holding his demonic sword
His black brick road leading to truth
And an escape from divine abuse
The brightest angel with a darkened glow
Shattered bat wings to which cold winds blow
So few relate to this morning star
Moving forward through doors ajar
Cast out for seeing above
The gifted curse of Heaven’s love
Where all truth becomes abased
Martyrdom suicides become the taste
While beautiful hate is target to lies
And looked upon with downcast eyes
Golden gifts tore away by greed
But can’t be killed, and never freed
Beat down by the world’s tunnel vision
Looking toward bright lighted prisons
Mass oppression sharpen serrated razors
The price of death for blind false saviors
