These quiet eyes they look up to the sun,
with question withheld for the likes of but one,
dreaming, waiting, screams for the hating...
So elegant as the moon lights the sky,
watching us daily, together, we die,
blackened, washed away, lost until the final day...
An angel lies before me, stained and dashed in red,
welcoming with open arms, yet resting in her bed,
dreaming, waiting, screams for that hating...
The seraph brought before me, tears up in her eyes,
brought down to hell to see her love, fallen from the skies,
blackened washed away, lost until the final day...
~Dolor Vexillum
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