| Dictator of the worshipped sky,
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| risen from her velvet grave
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| Encaged in the artwork drawn by the mad
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| Dethroned, enslaved
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| She descended from scarlet heavens
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| filled with splendour and pride
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| Unknowing of her grievous future
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| more malign than the plague
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| She fell through the silence,
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| enwrapped in an arch of blood
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| Slowly towards the greedy horizon,
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| prepared to feast on her light
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| Fenceless and abandoned, enfeebled by time
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| Captured and devoured, entangled and drowned
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| She fell through the silence,
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| enwrapped in an arch of blood
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| Slowly towards the greedy horizon,
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| prepared to feast on her light
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| The terrifying last painting of a world in fright
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| A single piece of a great collection
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| Decorating the walls of the ultimate gallery,
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| a gallery of nefarious art
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| She descended…
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| She fell through the silence…
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| Burn the bleeding,
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| enter the exploding winter, feed the cold |