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fallen
  In a lonely isle in a town by the shore
  Where fallen men gathered sickly and sore
  dreary of color and deprived of life
  slowly forgetting what the heavens looked like
  Trapped in the fog, banished from light
  A place with no good or bad, and no wrong or right
  The thoughts their father just out of grasp
  Barely a thought, becoming distant past
  Memories of where holy bells ring
  A dream Sinking slowly into the grasp of nothing
  Where bitter winds travel far from strife
  To carry away us in our last breath of life
  once pure turned grey, once real turned fake
  All due to trusting the words of a snake
  And So cast down from heavens far above
  by the nectar of greed, from the fruit we call love
  The ones of this town who repent for their faults
  As their Gods voice goes silent religion turns cult
  Now these lowly vessels left hungry and poor
  live in fear on this isle in this town by the shore
  From within ranks they claim demons to sing
  And blame them when killing off beautiful things
  Though in the end they know covering the lands
  Is spilled blood created by their own hands
  as they fight off the devil, whos one step from from perfection
  The wicked deceiver looked back in reflection
  As they masked what they saw in a grand fraud
  Made them they mislead creatures, or mistakes of god?
  So aside whatever comes out of there mouth
  They became the hero who conquered themself
  Though Is it fair that forever that they should be cursed
  To be trapped within walls in this hell they call earth
  A town where the fallen angels gathered
  Their wings stolen, clothes torn and tattered
  sullen faces dull with dirt
  And hands calloused with years of good work
  They stare with a for longing for evermore
  Trapped within this small town by the shore

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