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    As pride precedes a downfall, so he took his place before the firewall
    Of dissonant choirs whose faith in one
    Was embraced in this wraith whose fate was hung
    Between forgiveness and the damage done
     
    An electric scent over drear decay lent a violent surge to their serenades
    Through white glades as his winged parade
    Bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors
     
     
      Within vast skies unversed in starknees his might grew
      And blew light hues to grey...and worse, a third of stars to darkness
     
    Then thunder seethed and wreathed in thickening night
    A line was drawn midst wrong and right and across the throuts of thieves
    As love fell choked, the tempest broke from Heaven's farthest shore
    Descending to eclipse all hope, repentance might stay holy war
     
    He would not heel nor fake a bow, Murmur curses to the wind
    Enraged, he raved in a Balrog howls upon a storm firstborn of sin
     
     
      Incensed anew, rebellions tore like frenzied beasts of prey
      Through temple doors...through east before the midnight masses
      And where once bliss reigned so serene in sweeter glades
      Now viens ran openly...like eyes that shied from kindered ashes
     
    When suddenly there shone a hideous light
    And a voice like three inanities soared up in thistled speech
    Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none and for this grave mistake
    How thou art falling morning sun.....the proud will be abased
     
    He would not heel nor fake a bow, Murmur curses to the wind
    And lo - the wrathof God swept down...
     
    Thou art no more an Angel filled with light, but a leech to be abhorred
    And thou shalt suffer my burning will, Quoth this raven...nevermore
     
    Neverfuckingmore...
     
     
    And with these words like heavy stone cast against that gilded throne
    With many legions still in tow, he turned his wings to flee
    His eyes a picture of distaste, dawn to tears and in their place
    The dawn of time and fates to face, through all eternity...
     
    I wept for him a deep red river that ran like blood through scarred ravines
    To sluice away the guilt that slithered like a Serpent tongue to Eve
    For once as I in Heaven climbed too high for truth to truly see
    My sunken mind, drunken and blind, saw the lie - that fool was me...
     
     
    Alone and cold, face to the crack, beyond dark gates with no way back
    His crown of gold faded to black like a bruise upon the heart that lingers
     
     
      With thrill-kill culture shock wave lengths of rope to hang high
      Ten commandments by...snaked about his upraised fingers...
     

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