Reflecting the reality of what I've become showing me the changes that
I've taken in, demoralized, meager shunned into pits that no one
follows.
The bloodshed tears the crimson blood, the forgiveness of the holy king
he should have turned away from me my prayer to fall onto deaf ears.
For I uncleaned and stained with pitiful lies weakened to the point of at
most deception, raged with thoughts of ending a path that wouldn't be
fruitful
I lost the will to live, all i see is my sphere of black.
I am what i despised most,
a life relied on the world
a being who forgot her salvation
rebel and be slain by the sword,
i refuse to pass away with open wounds
with my bandages left in place
I refuse to let the sphere of black be my final state
my hell will not praise me at the end
the darkness that enticed me will not justify
the visions regained
i have now placed down the lies that held an alter built with nothing more
than anger.
You shall hear the barriers of fools diminish at their feet
the fleet of fallen angels that rejoice with your blasphemy will share your
fate at the foot of burning sulfur.
All true eyes upon the alter with masses we will speak with grace on tips of
every tongue.
 
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