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Thank God for the Suffering

I, I still recall the first full moon of May

Neath whose rays we lay together

And those bright nights on glassy waves

When we would glide lightly away

From the grain for wicked flights of pleasureThose visions fade like ghosts to lifes parade

Though incisions once made her so vivid

A scarlet whore with both heels in the door

Of a heaven severed from me, insipidAmidst the writhe of parapets where angels sigh, lonely she sits

Only a slip from whence I beg herThat I would wish her kiss, a chrysalis

To break, to make my fluttered heart amiss

And in those frozen moments won from grief

That creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes

Inwove with death's head wing, I thank God for the sufferingYeah, love would have conquered all but for the rapture

That ancient plan for my defeat

Denied faith skies that would have set her free

It seems again, dreams wend to captureOnce, dancing in a spotlit waltz

Through a shadowed dimension

Given to the rivers that bedizened her eyes

The world drifted by in a lost momentum with no divine interventionRegardless that the author of sin was me

And I lay chaste of hate in faiths embrace

As mortals warred with more, besides

They warred with life itselfAnd in those frozen moments won from grief

That creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes

Inwove with death's head wing

I thank God for the sufferingAnd I thank God for the suffering as still I burn for her return

I would make my peace with everythingI, I still recall, the first full moon of May

Consigned to flames like secret letters

Amidst the writhe of parapets where angels sigh, lonely she sits

Only a slip from whence I beg herThat I would wish her kiss, a chrysalis

To break, to make my fluttered heart amiss

And in those frozen moments won from grief

That creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes

Inwove with death's head wing, I thank God for the sufferingLove would have conquered all, were we not parted?

Her splintered loss rekindles rage

The winter frost dwindles across my stage

Lit up once more to score, finale startedLove would have conquered all

Love would have conquered

Hate, hate, hate[Incomprehensible]

From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes

Inwove with death's head wing

I thank God for the suffering

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