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You, an angle, strung in the midst of hell
Your divinity, cast light upon my lost dignity
An alleviation of my faded hopes and dreams
Your hope, like a sweet kiss, at the apex of a cruel storm
Washing away sins and crimes, leaving only you
A fallen angle, to be my savior

And Me, The devils daughter, given blessing in my innocence, to stand at the golden gates
My desire casting dark 'pon your lost need for dire
An exploitation of your self proclaimed epitome
My hate drained you of this in the flames that forlorn
Your fire disintegrating his lies, leaving clear everything
And something within you came crashing down... but needn't
Be said.

We alone, are the sum of humanity, as we stand together
As One, And No More.
We are etched upon Its Soul, like a mirror Made of Glass
As One, And no More.
We, of hatred mingled with light, now as we take our spiritual flight...
As One, And no more.
"Is this what we've come to be?" So I'll Ask, but never know.