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I tried to touch the hand of God and lost my wings of innocence. The truth became sour poison, lying sweet to the taste, What am I if not a demon; from a lamb to all I hated. I tried to embrace and covet what I tried to destroy. What have I become? In a quest for purity, I've become stained, my motives twisted and lost in my ambitions. Through the eyes of angels, I saw a world of chances. on the thorns of decadence my wings were torn. my wings were torn. My saviors image not unlike mine, still so distant, countenance, unfamiliar, and threatening. I am my own seed, my own creation, with malicious intent I turn on my father to kill my son. All that I was, I have lost |