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I stand divided
This cannot be, this cannot stand
Tell me, how could this be?
How could a perfect being cease?

Archaic fools
Without reason, without love
My heart is in my hands
My soul is glass and tempered into sand

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But now where go I?
Cavernous silence fills me
Empty cacophony of naught
Is all I know and I am afraid

So tempt me, path ahead
Dismal and without sincerity
I feel no love, no light
No certainty in my footsteps again

If I could fly
If only I could find my way
Come clouded skies
Release my light and set me once again

You can't do this to me, no
The poetry of my heart has ceased
Words no longer come and I feel afraid
She's left me so
These dappled rays belie her fate

What could become of such a being?
What soul rests inside her?
Forever wilted her flower dies
And I am left in fields of misery

Angel, cross this border
Please just promise me you'll be safe
What god could birth such a light
And give it no chance for eternity?

Your feathered wings so soft in my hands
Such purity the world will never know
Martyr, hear this promise
Her name will be a blade in your teeth

If I could fly
If only I could find my way
And so I'll try
I won't stop until you're staring back at me

Oh, but you
Martyr, stand
Far from death
No sword above to cut

What purpose is this gift
When it stands so delicate
To shatter in these wringing hands?
Left to the promises of our faith

But what can faith do
That iron cannot, what does it serve?
To be broken again and again
When we clearly walk alone

Why let me dream?
Why let me feel, why let me love?
I am broken glass
I am all that's left, I am alone

She could have been here with me
She was my guide and all I had
And all I have to show is this body
That I carry for purposes I know not yet
A trail of feathers behind
Could lead me home if I had the wit
But, Martyr, look at your child
How she lays limp upon these tired arms

I am without a purpose
Without a light in these dark paths
Darker still by her absence
And what say you to this?
What answer do you have for me?
Please, just look
Just look at what you've done

This trail of blood behind me
Shall be the pedestal for me
That which raises me up on high
To seek the answers to my fate

I am the faithful
I am the fearful
But this sky is out of reach
Angel, please forgive me
My hands, they tremble
The hammer of my heart in my ears
I know what must be done

These paragon hands no longer pristine
You were my gift
And so I claim you as mine
These wings that carried you
Deliver me to my place in Eden

And so I'll fly
This gift of wings she gave to me
And so go I
Come, martyr, still your breath and wait for me
Come face your child
With wings given in death to me
No longer white
Now soaked in red, I come to meet you face to face!

Writer(s): Isaac Deking

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