tainted are the tears that fall from the nefarious
for deception knows the depths from whence they came
while laugher fills the lungs of the precarious
damnation dances into salvation, making them one in the same
from thy womb unto the tomb
from thy cave unto the grave
hope tries to secure itself in the broken wings of Azrael
as angels pour down from a wound in the sky
shelter in the shadows proves to no avail
just as the simple death we failed to die
from birth, unto the last breath
from this life, unto the death
saving grace is saving itself from perdition
the face of love is scarred beyond recognition
a prayer is ripped from the hearts of the unredeemed
forever scorned by the hands of the undreamed.
