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Living angels hold no amount of pride

As the sunset breaks upon wretched shores

Behold thou beauty weeping willows cry

Thy wonderment collapsing from thy core



Doves cringe at the sight of  a blackened heart

Reaching into lies never to be told

Seeking for ways to break and fall apart

Hold dear onto the treasures we behold



With a blade may my heart be carved of stone

Held in place by what lies keep me alive

A heavy beat I must live to condone

Thy mighty flames singe through me as I die



Soul drifting into the heavens supreme

Dancing upon an open grave I dream