From far up here to down below, Two martyrs' in this confront From cusp to culiarity our iris do collide Do you see yourself reflected in the blackest parts of me? Outstretched beyond lie feathered posteriors Your failures to me now painfully clear to see With wings affixed to bone to break, Tragic trajectories fore told, instilling fear With mighted strength I do you embrace and take A foot held down, to instigate The keel, the bow, the appendages new vicissitude
Pulled into a smut of ruby juices As your maker looks on helplessly A witness to new age heresy that ensues...
Toss the forlorn overboard... A free-fall fated in slow motions, With insinuations formed from stagnant air, Rushing past my ears as I fall for honest notions, That angelic providence is unfair The earth moves quickly towards me Magnified by this dis-ease.
Daylight hours turn to closed flowers And I witness the darkest dissensions Atmospheres become unique and I feel them, Changing throughout my descent
A life of luxury wants and will, Servitude now turned to torment
As time beholds it's defeat, the tearing of it's design A Dramatic aftermath on the precipice Fresh body and earth collide The downfall of immortal beings, fighting to refrain The bodice now limp as it bounces, And returns to the earth once again Motionless now as time returns A body is battered and torn Heavenly flesh ripped into the soil This bird that preys no more Heavenly flesh ripped into the soil A body lies battered and torn Motionless now as time returns The bodice now limp as it bounces And returns to the earth once again...
But what of humanity? As stars are tainted reds A rain shall fall down upon them Till every last one is dead The anguish of fallen angels, Re-interpreted as rotting flesh The hope that once lived within us