Friend of the World

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She wears a dress of dark thunderstorm skies.

Her grace, it drowns us in biblical rains.

The world is nothing but shadows and lies.


She pins our sins wide like dead butterflies,

Traps us in our own self-loathing and pain.

She wears a dress of dark thunderstorm skies.


Angel born of His anger, down, she flies,

Vengeance for Abel and condemning Cain.

The world is nothing but shadows and lies.


Down she will come to meet Lucifer's rise;

With blood of innocents, his sword is stained.

She wears a dress of dark thunderstorm skies.


She cannot care for the good soul that cries.

Her God is enraged, the lines have been lain.

The world is nothing but shadows and lies.


No matter the victor, this earth will die,

Forever barren under divine reign.

She wears a dress of dark thunderstorm skies;

The world is nothing but shadows and lies.

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