I feel it enter my soul. Paranoid obsession won't
let him leave home. 'Cause he's seen her face in
the mirror, all tattered and torn. Glass bottom
words won't leave her alone. 'Cause she's seen the
angel that kills her. Can't see, don't know that
the words are creation. Hell bent on destruction
and lies. Fear's child sells him theory that hope
is alive... This conflict lies in the back pocket
of an unnamed angel. Still searching for the sign
that completes the circle of it's life. Don't know
what it finds will define it's life from the
bottom of it's soul. Is your friend OK? Look like
the lonely one who wants things to change. But
things, they change to fast. Held in contempt of
the righteous. He believes in serrated words. Left
undisturbed will haunt him forever. Heaven sent,
chosen few. Stealing the cracks below a screaming
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four winds as the seventh trumpet sounds. I told
that man what you had said and he looked at me and
lied. Cried and closed his eyes, died and drew the
line. Time goes as I go and I go high. His deed
warms me. This darkness caresses me again. The
sloppy image of painted truth rides through the
heart of its maker. This man, his ability etched.
Sports the hemorrhage from her dead socket. Now we
can't wake him. Through holes in walls these
angels walk. Hole in his soul this demon breathes.
Knows in his heart, the seraphim will fall. When
the winds die will the treason still bleed. Who's
left holding the smoking gun... I am. Cold
whispers help burn this sinners eyes. Pulls him
back to birth. I witness the end. True beauty.