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Ripping scars inside the heart from a presence forsaken
Divinity’s cruelty thrives alive at the love which was taken
His body writhes, hope’s river dries, the nails of His crucifixion
Every emotion dies in the hurricane of lies which surrender His extinction
But no, He fights the night until morning light conquers all exhaustion
Surviving the grip of the cold that nips at the body’s self-destruction
Pushing through the thickening rue with a might mightier than the gods
Surviving all but that final flaw that caused the fall and the losing of odds
The gleaming grin that the angel of Sin cast down upon His legacy
Mesmerized by the visions of skies crashing by the immortals prophecy
While in the midst of the war adrift the Siren song catches His ear
The shades of sounds pouring into the ground loses all but that one fear
The preserving frost of knowing the loss of fate’s simple amusement
That wraith emotion seeing the gates of erosion and its rotten, sour scent
Forbidden barriers set on stage for aeon’s age hoping to be broke
But deep inside the building tide dreading the time to cut the rope
And all that’s left is the feeling bereft and another martyred deity
The laughter slain and replaced by pain, His unspoken destiny
Cast away by theft and the accusing silhouette. The coward!
Rid of the rain that breeds disdain at populations towered
The beauty that falls from Her natural calls is cast into the abyss
While deep inside the body cries release from this nothingness
Soul cut up and bleeding, seething, needing, waiting for an escape
A horrid memory of a once pure sanctuary that has been ruined by fate