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Putrid cross of ignorance, of reverence, whip of innocence
Been to your mourning, watching you falling

Deeper, farer, your calling
Evoked an eerie tone, only you alone
As a warning have
Guess, you've tried
To be as me, to winback the I've kindly been

Treating like my son
God's angel, I am gone
and you what the hell you become?
son, my fairly fallen angel, come on
And tell your father, will we become!?

Angels, we dwell in hell, and sad as well
The succumbed, some tell
And I stand stone-still, hence
In my own non-existance and upon consequence!

stained clay, forth from our sacred dissaray
Someone walk a new way
And close the door 'twixt us and common core
Angel, did you want this war?
Scarlet lips of indecency (Scarlet of perversity)
In search for a splintered tongue (Matching each disguised)
Sharpened words of
need (all) my love (They'll need my hatred)

Sapience, pierce my flesh with your of irony
Angel and twists her wings and her gleaming breasts
will rot like foul flesh, hence worms will
to a romance... the rape of sweetness in my eyes

Decrepitude, pierce my with your womanliness
the honey of my breath and tear faith apart
Scratching love on life's putrid skin
I am your son, so I am sin!!!

Oh ye, in we are, humiliated and bizarre
How only I reached so far, my star
And you, across melting sky
for me to die
For must die, and within everything am I