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Throwing stones at fallen angels cast out Hark the black rain falling from heaven's realm the black feather clouds of Lucifer's crown. Casting stones at fallen angels cast down from the heavens The blood stained legend of grand civil wars Thundering louder than grand stampedes hell bent on the salvation of destruction Cruel fates sacrificing crucifying fortune on the black scorched plane of Tartarus. Zombies roaming, bowing heads in silent prayer not knowing they are dead. Not acknowledging either darkness nor light the cheapness of human life is fleeting, yet it value is truly unreachable.

In this end that may come the void of the world draws to eternal closure Running from the me that only others see denying the fate laid before the ever changing outcome of this life. Forever caught in the sea dark waves breaking the soul against the craigs of reality the shore so far off. Searching for reason in the mad scramble of conscience thought forever beyond the grasp of understamding closing eyes and taking breath. Marching to war in broken time wishing upon shooting stars flux defines all and yet nothing black rains fall on the forgotten. Standing on the ledge looking beyond the viel broken mortality and monster

Once upon a time fire and anger could shield the soul now they only decay forbidden bittersweet fruits bore from toils of labor empty emotions caught in cups rage a simple prison fixing the unbroken banging on the ceiling calling forth old ghosts borrowing their wisdom This mind is broken this mind is shattered Numb to the splinters numb to the infection Spread the word that happiness is decline running colors on decayed walls old ghosts taking souls What demons have defined what paradise has created and denied ramblings of quantum sanity upon universal wastelands devouring goblins on phantom highways inherit the violence in the gene

To break shackles of freedom to be enslaved by all precious till the end longing cold darkness breathes embracing shadows on the wall things are darkest before the dawn crossroads of life

Wounded angel paths, paved by broken dreams under the pale light of despair the world weeps silently What has mankind lost that can never be found again the last lament of the imperfection Strife has both defined and eroded the hearts of mortal man it whispers grief onto the winds of night. Ring in the silence of the new day silent whispering warnings of the dancing fool who is the magician to judge? Defined by sins angry hands raised against creator cry for empty justice.

Sitting in silent prison of self reflection cold silver hallway of doubt and regret pressed against cold insomnia. Denied entranced to the dream shore. Against logic and hope struggling to find entrance. What is a lasting peace but a short term lie upon the tongue of men? Who can win the peace race. Not I said the duck. Secrets scribbled in the back of the mind sloppy handwritten messages of doom who calls forth the other worlds, the other kingdoms? A power of mankind's creation? homemade miracles in the backyard of the universe. Ever expanding, ever expanding. no one knows how vast the depth of insanity go. a vortex of knowle

All the world is a stage and we are merely players crazed marionettes upon frayed strings of mad bloated gods take a bow take a fall for the call of the audience is empty blood shed empty and unfulfilled the show must go on around and around in the bullpen of life Mankind's lost kingdom a nightmare landscaped on an empty stage of lights and shadows blind rage manifest a broken frame work of empty promises built on top of a foundation of broken dreams Whispers of the final curtain fates violent and monstrous komm susser todd Libera me from hell One last trip to Morpheus's other kingdom undeserving of rest undeser

Shadows on the wall, ramblings of a madman, needless things pointless things things best left unmentionable Shades of another world dancing in cracks to small to see The naked eye can not process what the mind refuses to see Winter leaves adrift down the stream bleeding ripples in time and space soft remorse displaced mad rhetoric of a broken metronome broken rhythms in broken time of broken angel choruses Rhymes that stop the heavens beat planets in their infinite sway cosmos unbound by finite screams Shalt be as gods in the end