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By: The Drifter From Heaven The shadows dance upon the chapel wall, A silent ghost within the holy light, I wait for death to answer every call. With eyes of grey, a silhouette unknown, A watcher, dusk to dawn—and out of sight, The shadows dance upon the chapel wall. I crave for freedom, waiting time to stall, In anguish, reaching for an amber light, I wait for death to answer every call. I look so somber, frozen in the hall, In stone-grey eyes, a vision—soul in flight, The shadows dance upon the chapel wall. Heaving a sigh, my thoughts are now in thrall, To shun the pain, I cling to Godly light, I wait for death to answer every call. I pray for quick death, a redemption call, To give my soul a home—its final flight, The shadows dance upon the chapel wall, I wait for death to answer every call.
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Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 4:53 AM UTC
The Gargoyle's Prayer
By: The Drifter From Heaven The shadows dance upon the chapel wall, A silent ghost within the holy light, I wait for death to answer every call. With eyes of grey, a silhouette unknown, A watcher, dusk to dawn—and out of sight, The shadows dance upon the chapel wall. I crave for freedom, waiting time to stall, In anguish, reaching for an amber light, I wait for death to answer every call. I look so somber, frozen in the hall, In stone-grey eyes, a vision—soul in flight, The shadows dance upon the chapel wall. Heaving a sigh, my thoughts are now in thrall, To shun the pain, I cling to Godly light, I wait for death to answer every call. I pray for quick death, a redemption call, To give my soul a home—its final flight, The shadows dance upon the chapel wall, I wait for death to answer every call.
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Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 4:53 AM UTC
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