Azrael The Silent Angel - What Say Yea
What say yea
Shall we pull this here
See what comes aloft
See what braze the seers
In havens first, make a parting way
Let their feet meet the Earth
Let them know where they came
I know it's last at the edge of night
The eyes grow weary
Rest will come in due time
Commence, let's continue
Much work to be done
Fairest connubial death
Yea destroyer of worlds
Chastity since have defiled the saints
We wear their skins
To hide our mistakes
Partakers of lust
In mutual debate
Conjugal hypocrites
whom bid abstain
But I know what mules
Take from the rhine
There is an emptiness befitting the Adulterous kind
His purple princess
Too large for their worship
Unanimous with the likes of all things imperfect
She is to be queen of the merciful elite
A portion of their rations
His shameful defeat
Entrails of the lost
Find their way to the furnace
What values by flame
Be proof to the worthless
Oh if heaven's got it out for me
What deeds have I done
What rights have I wronged
My shadow's staring back at me
The more that I prove the more I undo
Oh if heaven's got it out for me
To bow before grace
By strength and fate
I see the rue staring back at me
With deep despair
His bold compare
What say yea
The man you knew no longer exists
A horrible conclusion to what ails him insists
What does it feel like to be without pain
Can't empathize with the likes of such vile cretins
A tool to exploit
With murderous intent
The galls to revere
That broken credence
A waft that lingers
What fowl wretched stench
Sublime to his feast
He is drawn to her scent
What say yea
Shall we ponder dawn
What night hath come
What shame is born
What say yea
Shall we beckon fear
See what hides the pearl
See what silence's hears
Oh if heaven has got it out for me
What deeds have I done
What rights have I wronged
My shadow's staring back at me
The more that I prove the more I undo
Oh if heaven has got it out for me
To bow before grace
By strength and fate
I see the rue staring back at me
With deep despair
His bold compare
What say yea
Merciless
Have not I shown
In acts of the parlor
The fervent unknown
Attention to these deeds
Finessed by the squalors
No prayers for the martyred
No seance can conjure
Was born of the flesh
My soul hath given rest
By a whisper in the wind
Words of terror sung lament
The sweet suckle scent
Mutilated barren breast
No cuddle for the child
Capitulated for my jest
Taunting me with handily pleasure
Heckled for my attempts
My cruelty warranted
This town will lay to rest
What say yea
Shall they say no more
Rivers will ere blood
Night will cry to mourn
What say yea
Shall I bare her flesh
Make a show of her
Make her watch her death
Oh if heaven has got it out for me
What deeds have I done
What rights have I wronged
My shadow's staring back at me
The more that I prove the more I undo
Oh if heaven has got it out for me
To bow before grace
By strength and fate
I see the rue staring back at me
With deep despair
His bold compare
What say yea
Written by:
Azrael Howell
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