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Distant vistas |
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Swathed in the haze |
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Of the reddening sunset |
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Fell to whispers |
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'Neath stars that marred descending skies |
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From the cusp of midnight mountains |
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Wending as a mist |
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Rebels truced with Feriluce |
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(In truth, few could resist) |
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Came praising his hellraising through |
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The sparse and marble clime |
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Where Virtue bathed, their ravings made |
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Her fountains flood with wine |
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Lifted with the gift |
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Of their dark seductive songs |
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She drifted from the path |
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She was surely set upon |
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Courting chaos |
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Prized in sight |
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Of the covering angel |
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Taught in ways of |
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Smothering another lover |
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Other than God |
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Worshipped in each other's arms |
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Like spider eidolons |
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The moon conducted like a charm |
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Those strange attachments on |
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And this is how they came to be |
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Dragged before the throne |
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Through tongues that hung whilst theirs were run |
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On soft white throats and punctured moans |
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Though fated now than later |
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By his tutor that had been |
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He baited the Creator |
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With the future he had seen |
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Of Michael, psyched with jealousies |
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A reich right by His side |
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And worming Man about to be |
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The apple of His eye |
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His children lost to free will |
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And the cost of beaten hearts |
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Like the night 'twixt vice and Virtue |
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When Her kiss became a scar |
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Seraph enemies |
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Why has my lord forsaken my judgment |
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Am I not free as He to indulge my darkest fantasies? |
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From embittered lips |
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These words were slaved |
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Split with the whips |
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Of their witch hunt gathered |
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He sought Her grave |
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Midst drowning crowds that howled in rage... |
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Blasphemer! |
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Blasphemer! |
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Though she was gone |
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Not lyriced to the song of their spirited throng |
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But ghosted back where she belong... |
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A grace embracing Michael |
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In a lace of tears that bleared his pride |
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He swallowed |
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Blood followed |
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Though with spit for all things divine |
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Though with spit for all things so ****ing blind |
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His seal He tore |
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And to the floor |
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He threw this tie to heaven |
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Signifying holy war |
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And watchful of this sign |
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A thousand flames, unauthorised |
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Left celestial posts |
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To coalesce and, unified |
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Return their fallen leader |
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As he turned one final time |
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And threw a glance |
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Like a downward lance |
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That stung like guilt in every mind |
