Victims of blinded heresy,
See not the sins it entails,
Like the ship upon the salted sea
Gliding upon the vast Ocean's entrails.
They seek to rise so gallantly
Just to fall with the Angel's last flaw,
Seething surreptitiously
Breaking their own laws.
The endless bounds of nothing
Of which we know naught of,
Mistreated are they who come calling,
And directly are taken above.
I, who am Hell, have taken the oath,
To be free of my own sin,
I accept my unholiness,
As I stare in your eyes and grin.
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
Victims of blinded heresy,
See not the sins it entails,
Like the ship upon the salted sea
Gliding upon the vast Ocean's entrails.
They seek to rise so gallantly
Just to fall with the Angel's last flaw,
Seething surreptitiously
Breaking their own laws.
The endless bounds of nothing
Of which we know naught of,
Mistreated are they who come calling,
And directly are taken above.
I, who am Hell, have taken the oath,
To be free of my own sin,
I accept my unholiness,
As I stare in your eyes and grin.
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