-Lucifer's Heart-

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-The Immortal Dragon-

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Red roses bloomed on the white sheets of his bed.

Disillusioned yet fascinated, with bitter cruelty you deny the sanctity of flesh.

Give me neither love nor lamentation.

No song but utter silence.

I hear you in my head, whispering,

"What a joke!

Their so called faiths are but filth.

They loath lust and depravity, but ignore their own sins.

Prepare yourself to be deceived."

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Like Lucifer rising from the ashes of grace,

My heart is frozen.

Like Lucifer rising from the ashes of grace,

My wings are burning down.

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Purpling violets come to life on the pale canvas that is flesh.

Little boy, sweet darling,

How often do you dream of Niobe, Tantalos' wretched daughter?

How the stone clung fast about her, ivy close:

And they say

That the rain falls endlessly

And stifling soft snow; her tears are never done.

I feel the loneliness of her death in mine.

Little darling,

Crying tears of blood mingled,

A small room still as any grave encloses him.

An unconscious beauty.

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Like Lucifer rising from the ashes of grace,

My heart is frozen.

Like Lucifer rising from the ashes of grace,

My wings are burning down.

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So lately this last flower of this sacred line drank the sunlight!

But now a passionate word and a handful of dust have closed up all its beauty.

Glass petals fall gently down.

Violets bloom red roses of love.

Tears on the petals,

And blood on the stem.

Sharp thorns-

Symbolic of a bleeding body.

I hear him in my head whispering,

"The wine you drink is my blood; the bread you eat, my body."

Now the long blade of the sun in my breast.

Eye of the golden day.

An enemy blaze of morning.

The very light of the sun is cold to me.

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Like Lucifer rising from the ashes of grace,

My heart is frozen.

Like Lucifer rising from the ashes of grace,

My wings are burning down.

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Weeping eyes, tears are shed.

I had long since thought those tears were dead.

I love you dearly; I'll love you forever,

For this is a love that will never wither.

Why for the tears?

Why for the pain?

Your pretty heart only bleeds in vain.

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Like Lucifer rising from the ashes of grace,

My heart is frozen.

Like Lucifer rising from the ashes of grace,

My wings are burning down.

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Mans little pleasure is the spring of sorrow.

The only true pleasures left are sex and murder.

I hear you in my head whispering,

"Deny me the sanctity of flesh.

Men in white collars,

Dressed in black robes;

Crosses swinging to and fro-

They loath lust and depravity,

But ignore their own sins.

What a joke! Their so called faith is but filth!"

When zeitgeist extols raw pandemonium,

Together we'll bring them hell.

Prepare yourself to be deceived by the ones you entrust your very soul to.

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Like Lucifer rising from the ashes of grace,

My heart is frozen.

Like Lucifer rising from the ashes of grace,

My wings are burning down.

And so you see...

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