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A Battle Lost
I hear the voices in my head
They're screaming that the world is dead.
The choices that were made are shame
Voices screaming "you're to blame!"
Souls are lost in clouds of pain
Droplets falling; they're blood not rain
You've made your bed with the wings of angels
No blessings here, your lies are tangled.
Wingless Angels with tears so red
The fault is yours, it's on your head
You stand with strength you show your might
Though it's fake, we fear your sight
What is right is now what's wrong,
This world is twisted, so weak so long.
My heart and soul held in your hands
My body limp no longer stands.
Your strength was once my saving grace
Now it kills my soul, it steals my face
Silence is a morbid sound
It's what is left where nothing is found