The broken arrows of fate
They maim our souls
Our visions only remaining.
Together we devise
To sermon our last goodbyes.
Red stains on Gray canvas
They tell a story;
Of fallen angels
And prophets on the rise.

Pillars of futility
Straining our perception
Two-foldedly blinded
Led into our deception.
Together we demise
Our grandest dreams
To see is to feel
To feel is to pull at the seams.

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