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- - - SABBATH OF THE FALLEN - - -

The mourning came with a star
Fallen from Heavenly courts
Hopeless as a scar on altars
Left asundered, bled and torn
Hate me not for your peril
I'm just as unchaste as you
Love me as the first of feral
Sons denied of words for sooth

Jealousy does not become you
But still cast me from your vulgar eyes
Your devotion to desecration
Second only to lies divine

Why must I reach for something
That will burn me forever?

I am just a bastard child
Petulant before piety
Sacrilegious, fucking deranged
Doubtful in sobriety
Jesus, the faithful shepherd
Lead me not from temptation
Jesus spilled his fucking innards
On the cross of damnation

Revenant of passing winter
Guide me across desolate waters
Failure to reach as high as gallows
Hanging low above the slaughter

Why must I reach for something
That will burn me forever?
Why can't I reach the tether
When it's already severed?
Why must I reach for something
That will burn me forever?

Voiceless and faceless
They beckon me
What you deny
I provide

The sky remains ashen grey
Cold without a chance of life
Chalice that once runneth over
Broke upon your jagged knives
Drinking the Stygian wine
Bitter to your pious lips
Existence is less than divine
Die upon your crucifix

Parasitic without beliefs
A prince beneath all of your virtues
Just because my halo is tarnished
Doesn't mean I'm lower than you

Why must I reach for something
That will burn me forever?
Why can't I reach the tether
When it's already severed?
Why must I reach for something
That will burn me forever?

(c) 2016 Frank Green