To him of shameless worldly praise
In morbid pageantry ablaze
Or Ere the smoldring dreams alas
To pits my beckoning fear hath cast
Down the falls of blood I churn
In misry shall my soul aburn
Round the bend, my wings a spread
But clipped I fall, into the dead
The night, engulfed, I reach a hand
Dimming light of familiar land
I cannot see, the flames, they simmer
But ashes sway in winds remembered
In faded memoirs pushed aside
A fragile moment there resides
A time when tears were held so well
And life, it seemed but a living hell
Every moment was filled with bliss
A point in life, I sorely miss
But, my crimes unpaid, I lie in debt
And as the furnace grows, as does regret.















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Your angels speak with jilted tongues
The serpents tale has come undone
You have no strength to squander.
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The peacemaking meeting scheduled for today has been canceled due to a conflict.
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Your angels speak with jilted tongues
The serpents tale has come undone
You have no strength to squander.
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Your angels speak with jilted tongues
The serpents tale has come undone
You have no strength to squander.
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