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Dismembered

The shouts of thunder rumble across a purpled sky
The earth violently shakes as it travels by

Lightning strikes me in its path, waste
not tears do not cry

What will be, will become, after tonight I live or I die

In my mind is a battle, I plea and my demons wail

Dissecting my soul, they win, I loose, I fought to no avail

At the fall of the sun, and darkness kisses earth, it is they who
prevail

Decomposing souls fall from battle scarred skies

Its gates open projecting the unworthy despite their cries

Spiraling, twirling, now below the clouds, not one, with wings to
fly

Death brushes against my wanting lips, for which I have no duress

Though dead I still feel pain, its arms embrace me with a tormented
caress

As I weaken my pleas diminish, I see his face as it begins to
manifest

Limb by limb I am torn, catapulted through the skies in pieces

All separate from the other, their destiny, each finally reaches

Life is learned lived and remembered as darkness teaches

My fingers blackened and burned from my hands, no longer can I touch
life

My name shouted by the voice of thunder, no longer is there wrong or
right

The hands of lightning illuminate the sky, for a moment, a flash I saw
it was he who held the knife