Thank God For The Suffering
I I still recall the first full moon of may
- I I still recall the first full moon of may
- neath whose rays we lay together
- And those bright nights on glassy waves
- When we would glide lightly away
- From the grain
- For wicked flights of pleasure
- Those visions fade
- Like ghosts to life's parade
- Though incisions once made her so vivid
- A scarlet whore
- With both heels in the door
- Of a heaven severed from me insipid
- And midst the writhe of parapets
- Where angels sigh lonely she sits
- Upon the lip
- Only a slip from whence I beg her
- That I would wish
- Her kiss a chrysalis
- To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
- And in those frozen moments won
- From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
- In drapes in wove with deadbeat wing
- I thank God for the suffering
- Love would have conquered all
- But for the rapture
- That ancient plan for my defeat
- Denied faith skies that would have set her free
- It seems again dreams wend to capture
- Once dancing in a spotlit waltz
- Through a shadowed dimension
- Given to the rivers that bedizened her eyes
- The world drifted by in a lost momentum
- With no divine intervention
- Regardless that the author
- Of sin was me and I
- Lay chaste of hate in faith's embrace
- As mortals warred with more besides
- They warred with life itself
- And in those frozen moments won
- From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
- In drapes in wove with deadbeat wing
- I thank God for the suffering
- And I thank God for the suffering
- As still I burn
- For her return
- I would make my peace with everything
- I I still recall the first full moon of may
- Consigned to flames like secret letters
- And midst the writhe of parapets
- Where angels sigh lonely she sits
- Upon the lip
- Only a slip from whence I beg her
- That I would wish
- Her kiss a chrysalis
- To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
- And in those frozen moments won
- From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
- In drapes in wove with deadbeat wing
- I thank God for the suffering
- Love would have conquered all
- Were we not parted
- Her splintered loss rekindles rage
- The winter frost dwindles across my stage
- Lit up once more to score finales started
- Love would have conquered all
- Love would have conquered
- Woman chanting from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
- In drapes in wove with deadbeat wing
- I thank God for the suffering
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