I've seen the devil yawn
I've seen heaven withheld and hell in his palm in the clutch of dawn
I used to covet a kingdom of blood, I shed a soul colored monochrome
Until we filled our cups by the fountainhead and hedges overgrown
Broken and free from the fetters between
Is it true
Each spark your heart consumes
Each infernal bloom
Is a phantom torn asunder
And how soon could you desecrate what hallowed you knew
If only to cleanse your wounds in the company of the others
But you pulled me out
From a swollen womb, tempest-tossed
Beneath those pillar clouds
Beneath a crescent moon and an absent god
Is it such a stretch
That perhaps without there is no such loss, just a safety net
So you scratched at the surface until all that was left was the truth
Twist all your senses into submission
Culpable for such a vulgar display
Found in the flames, found in the flames
Bliss and redemption are found in the flames
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