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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
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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
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 Within vast skies unversed in starknees his
might grew
 And blew light hues to grey...and worse, a
third of stars to darkness
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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
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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
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 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
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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
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He would not heel nor fake a bow, Murmur curses
to the wind
And lo - the wrathof God swept down...
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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
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Neverfuckingmore...
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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...
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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...
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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
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 With thrill-kill culture shock wave lengths of
rope to hang high
 Ten commandments by...snaked about his
upraised fingers...
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