The whispers of angels paint my picture,
Shadows of demons paint my soul,
The lust of nations paints my heart,
As the call of Satan lures me in.
How can I live my life when all is lost,
How can I see your soul when mine is twisted,
I can not pretend I am ok,
When all is lost today.
The tears of God seek to cleanse,
Yet I keep running,
Getting farther away from redemption,
Seeking an unattainable prize.
Can the laughter of fallen angels be pure,
Can the sin of demons be forgiven?
Can a man falling away,
Ever come to be ok…
As the rest of me settles in ashes,
The rest of my all is left in tatters,
Where is all help I have always needed?
Left with crying angels,
Praying for mercy on the undeserving.
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