Overfilled with nothingness,
With wings of angels,
The truth turns to lies,
Screams of the righteous,
Elixir for the damned…
From the shadows, the prince is whispering,
Telling how and when you’ll see
The truth hidden for all eyes that bleed,
The face of god, the name unwritten still…
Is the horror never seen?
For in the shadows an angel weeps,
Fallen now for his belief,
His tears feeding a never coming beast…
Then you stare into the shadow,
See it move, and don’t believe,
Was the shadow overwhelming,
Was the angel, was it beast?
Was the prince of disbelief?
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