In league with painted angels
Enfolded visage scarred
From catapults of stars
We are fallen
On fabricated leaflets
These borrowed pagan hearts
And accidental wars
We are fallen
Disfigured in appearance
Majestic though we are
The oracles are marred
We are fallen
Abandoned to our bleeding
Our wings so torn apart
In agony of art
We are fallen
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