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See what you leave me with John? |
| Alone on the edge of the threads of fear Withered leaves on stream both opalescent and incardine The lonely winds wailing on barren shores Chrysalis I am on the webs of confusion There I was once a babe Clasped in the hands of the mother Entwined in fingers that glowed in the moon Thy evening star in my crimson womb Yesteryore, days of the dawn mourning Images of Angel lamentations on a broken mirror Secrets of lies and virgin deceptions On closed lips; roaring in like a hurricane Here I lay, on the bed of perpetual lace My sins on the pages of the Great Creator Behold the upheaval thy flame has conquered Hence end the days of my freedom |