Isle de Morts

A reich right by His side
And worming Man about to be
The apple of His eye


His children lost to free will
And the cost of beaten hearts
Like the night 'twixt vice and Virtue
When Her kiss became a scar


Seraph enemies
Why has my lord forsaken my judgment
Am I not free as He to indulge my darkest fantasies?

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