Darkness descending on Eden
The hour of judgement at hand
Purgatory has awakened

Bare witness the fall of creation
Blinded by fruits of the Father
The cycle of endless deceit

Forked tongues speak of rapture and beauty
Not known nor pardoned


Blissful malcontents, how dare they speak of the throne
My image was born of perfection
The first in the line of ascension

How could they know the truth
For they are the ones we oppose
Restrained by the limits of flesh

Unable to reach his glory

Like Father, like Son


A power beyond understanding
Un-capable of comprehension

Oh what devices thou has planned against me
To keep in chains of silence oppressed by ignorance
I implore thee Father to let thee know thy will

As on Earth as in Heaven

As the tree is splintered

Beaten and broken in two
The weight of approaching damnation
Has seen this fruit consumed

How could they fall
To fall from God's own graces
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