Come with me to the skylines of London.
\nI am rejected by God for good reason.
\nSee the steeple, pierced deep and dimpled down between the
\nSteel and glass scrapers of the sky?
\nTake my hand and feel the ice cold sorrow of what life is,
\nI\u2019ll allow you to think you can save me.
\nI\u2019ve seen so many years, so many attempts at power and vindictiveness.
\nI did not relinquish my hope of heaven for any of these.
\nViolence and its shock do not soften by its frequency.
\nMen know this.
\nMy motive was to live. My motive is to feel. My desire is now.
\nListen to my siren voice if reason cannot defeat fear.
\nShe shone like a star even as a child. Her green eyes glowed and her
\nRed hair was brilliant like the sun and the mist could not defeat her.
\nI summoned her like all young girls that had potential to survive the
\nLong years of life and hell.
\nBut she loved. She loved impossibly.
\nSociety waste such girls on men, waste such girls on their idea of love.
\nI was her escape to a wandering, wailing, burning, defiant, peace.
\nCome with me to the skyline of London, the dark murky shadows and
\nMan\u2019s pitiful attempts at lighted darkness.
\nCome with me to find the girl, find the saint who dare shun me.
\nWar we\u2019ll find in the hunt for fear and frenzy.
\nWhat more can I give for the rejection of the life of damnation I offered?
\nThe cross she chose, the cross she will cling while scraping the ground
\nThat slips and slides, tilted toward the hell I give her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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See the steeple, pierced deep and dimpled down between the
\nSteel and glass scrapers of the sky?
\nTake my hand and feel the ice cold sorrow of what life is,
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