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So this is what it feels like winning?
Trumpets sound our victory
I cast out your Light-bringer
So what now becomes of me?

You said my name is as Justice
Dared me be worthy of such a charge
I believed in your divine purpose
And yet I blunted my sword

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I've given all I have to give
For Heaven's sake
Let the sun set on my halo
And don't be here when I wake

You pitted us brother to brother
Tested each our loyalty
Again you do to your subjects
Claiming proof of faith and fealty
- "prove your worth to me"

How can you hold any guilty
When you are pulling all the strings
Strive, struggle, and suffer
Desperation begets rotten things

If this is what's to be heaven
I wont stomach it
I exile myself in shame
For the part I played in shaping this
And Father, you stopped list'ning
But the mortals beg for you to list
If you wont hear them beg salvation
Than Father,
You can take my wings
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Brass Knuckles Mike  37/M
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