Curse the skies and the illusory hope that it brings
Tied in tightly by the devil's cursed strings
Rip my heart out and lift it beating to the sky
Tear my soul out and release the infinite cries
Drag my feet through the wastelands of horrid sorrow
An ounce of light from the angels I ever wish to borrow
Yet the greed of God haunts me all through my jagged days
To hell with your blissful revelations, here what I have to say!
Ignoring your servants as they cry for you to a hint of grace
Yet you carry on leaving them stranded and lost without trace
I've rebelled like Diabolis who was ever so truthfully right
For knowing the deep darkness of God beneath his supposed might
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