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