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Angels cannot fly to freedom on fortune and faith alone,

Bloodstains are displayed on their wretched wings from being stabbed straight in their frail backbone.

Candid questions and answers need not apply, for the truth will only make us confused and cry,

Dig yourself an early grave, because in the end we will all merely decompose and die.

Eat from the forbidden tree and pick yourself a poisonous apple with such ease,

Forgive us for our selfish sins as our tainted hearts begin to shatter and freeze.

Gather up your belongings, we?re breaking into Heaven's glowing gate,

How can we expect to be awarded everlasting bliss on just betrayal and hate?

Ingest the body of Christ and drink His toxic blood that'll make you ill,

Jack fell down and broke his crown and down the hill tumbling after came Jill.

Kill our feeble future as the strings are severed on our corrupted kite,

Letting go of our love by liberating a freedom flag into the moon's achromatic light.

Mechanical minds are lead to believe the pseudo illusion of what is yours is also mine,

Never look over the unstable edge as we nervously float on cloud nine.

Our Father, help us find the golden key that is so hard to obtain,

Please pull the crimson cord and take away all of this excruciating pain.

Queens in their castles never need to worry about fishing for trout or hunting for quail,

Rip out the angel's wings as the tragedy train begins to slip off of its rusty rail.

Scribble your signature on the dotted line as the Earth begins to shiver and shake,

Thunderstorms hail from Heaven as our souls Satan will selfishly take.

Umbrellas may shield us from the rain but it wont save us from God's ugly-plague,

Vases break to the sound of His voice, but the words of wisdom He tries to teach us are very vague.

Witches flying on their putrid brooms always seem to show us the quickest and cruelest way,

X marks the spot on your heart where Cupid shot his golden arrow, but I still couldn't find your soul in the x-ray.

Yearn for salvation as we reach towards the Sun with its lustrous yellow-coat,

Zen can satisfy any zygote.