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  Slip into your borrowed skin,
  flash a cold and wicked grin.
  Dance with those you called your friends
  and to your anger must append
  those countless nights you spent alone
  upon your bone and ivory throne.
  Weeping at your hands stained red
  with waters of the newly dead.
  You scream into the lonely night,
  rage a cloud a'front your sight
  and to a spectral choir sing
  a hymn of love and diamond rings.

"Atop a hilltop cold and wet,
whereupon at first we met,
pressed against the chalky black,
moonlight streaming down our backs,
exchanging vows of love and faith
darkness fleeing like a wraith.
And when at last the sun had found
it's tendril's 'round that earthen mound,
Our fate was sealed forever more
with that sunlight peppered ore."

  The night absorbs with eager ear
  as it's children scream in fear.
  For everytime they hear your tale
  Faces twist and drain to pale.
  Even though they know the end,
  Eyes still water.  Hearts still rend.
  With a reverence shown to none
  they bow beneath their anti-sun
  and erect against the midnight wall
  listen to your tortured fall.

"On the day the sky spit fire
calling sea and mountain liar,
raping earth with rabid tongues
of lightning from those tired lungs
of heaven with its awful might
refusing now to stand and fight.

With a blow that smote all kin
ripping through the ancient skin
a shadow from the Ether came
to that planet often famed
and from the earths dark bosom rent,
that child of the darkness sent
with murder on its fetid breath
a snapshot of our coming death.

A pawn of wicked games to play,
a character, which to god's dismay
has found a niche upon this Earth
to witness now my own rebirth,
as ring upon my finger set
with pain and salty sorrow wet
reminds me of his loving face
which once was here upon this place."

   Now you sit on iron spires
   mourning in your hall of liars.
   Shells of those you used to love
   swinging gently from above.
   like scattered thoughts upon the sand
   bodies litter broken land.
   Leaving you in isolation
   gazing at the devastation.


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