To fail again in detail and crime
I’ve fallen this deep but there’s still time
Within all the anger my angel still flew
Which broken things carried farthest from you?

I said it once in shadow’s delight
Who can understand this darkened sprite?
I will cast my last dirge in sickness and ail
To paint my last picture till my brush runs pale

I bent the last message, I have misled
To fathom what’s done and leave them with dread
I’m scarred and enraged, a beast in a cave
My blood runs wild in depths of a wave

I’ll gather my things and meet you at bay
To think what I’ve become, I cannot stay
To fail as my patron, I’m broken at ease
The worst news to be told has come in threes

I will remember what time has solemn felt
The statues of pallid of which those who’ve knelt
Were there with the anger of my patron’s cry
And those who could fathom would lure those to die

 
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