elegy for the fallen
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rose of thorns and poison leaves splash of color to deceive empty heart tries to retrieve hang your head in the grip of disbelief |
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look of unrequieted grace angel with the serpent's face tainted with a venom trace in the peril of the fall's embrace |
angel with the devil's wings thinking of the wicked things tainted by a venom trace hang your head in sweet disgrace |
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glimmering in dead of night calling to your holy one clawing toward your last respite with heart and nail as black as sun |
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slowly does the shudder burn faint echo of the world's turn from open hole the sorrow pours see-through hand reaching down to the core |
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muse of chaos slowly sings of vandal with a thousand wings the price of silence deftly rings in a place deeply taken by the sting |
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angel born from sodom's night shining of the darkest light the vandal with a thousand wings the shadow of a higher being |
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bow your head in sweet disgrace falling down so desperately know your heart and know your place and hang the weight of sin on me |
