Inside these dark shadows of man I grip the hand of gloom.nOnly my thoughts release the smiles and days of sunlit dreams, nfor in truth, these hours of morn are as bleak as the last.nNow I fear the touch of a child due to the actions of our past.nAngels of mercy weep no more because the future is foretold in our creator's eyes.nWe angels of deception may bleed our last drop and bow to the responsibility for centuries of lies.nWe greet the new dawn with only a passion to hate, but these flowers are not soon to forget the promises that were captured through their fathers' ill-fated eyes.nSweet and compassionate child, may you find it in your fractured heart to hold back judgment.nYour judgment of fire, and your blessings of death.nOur age should dwindle in fear and rest with no hope, because these angels descend upon us on clouds of vengeance.nMy nightmares become life and fire becomes my skin.nWe can only accept this fate and bathe in the sweet waters that we've cursed with our sins.nSo many promises of life blooming into beauty now lay foul from our intercourse of disease.nOnly the tears of angels will reveal our sorrow, but they are blind to the compassion and deaf to our cries.nDeaf to our cries.