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A distant fog;
Rising about the troubled skies,
The moon's blurry in the cold icy rain
For, the skies did weep;
And I rejoiced, and drank its tears
While I joyfully sacrificed my soul
To the demons of melancholy.
My hive mind; drowning in distress
Still I danced with birds of the night
And invited them into my slumber,
Where my eye sleeps like a child;
Their scarlet-clad embodiment,
Visits me in the night.
I have erred under the dark skies;
Hoping those timid landscapes
Would collect them in a jar,
And feed their throngs of thorns
Into my departed self.
Where my heart and mind
Lay in the cold winter gales
Where no one visits my departed self
But they distantly hoping my soul
Sailed straight to heaven
Whilst, it's trapped in hell,
For the sins it did not err.
While my corrupt heart
And wicked mind rest on the ground
But they gladly erred under the sun;
Whilst my soul was seeking salvation.
I would gladly deliver my heart to hell
For it once but twice fell the throng of lies
And I gladly accept my penance;
To atone for the wicked desires it abided by
And disregard the wonderful scars
It caused my soul.