Forlorn The Fallen
Quick drawn high towards heaven's nigh,
Beguiled, debauched, plummet souls not aligned.
Bedlam therein, a bane on dark wings rises
Painting a shadow cast, far beyond the Erebus line.
Ere stood, yet still denied;
Beelzebub's bile and foreboding sign.
It was not fate that drove the stake,
That pierced the fallen from calling's way.
Made ever clear with dirges and woes.
Sweet angels saddened sang in ode.
Black violins and oboes joined
Playing heavily heaven's cry.
'It is true, It is true,' lament they
Beyond redemption's renew.
'It is true, it is true,' wail wildly they
'It was Christ who knew,
For what profits a man,
If he gains the world,
But the soul he does lose.'
Thus I say with vigor and truth,
Forlorn the fallen, if be it me,
Or foremost, you
Beguiled, debauched, plummet souls not aligned.
Bedlam therein, a bane on dark wings rises
Painting a shadow cast, far beyond the Erebus line.
Ere stood, yet still denied;
Beelzebub's bile and foreboding sign.
It was not fate that drove the stake,
That pierced the fallen from calling's way.
Made ever clear with dirges and woes.
Sweet angels saddened sang in ode.
Black violins and oboes joined
Playing heavily heaven's cry.
'It is true, It is true,' lament they
Beyond redemption's renew.
'It is true, it is true,' wail wildly they
'It was Christ who knew,
For what profits a man,
If he gains the world,
But the soul he does lose.'
Thus I say with vigor and truth,
Forlorn the fallen, if be it me,
Or foremost, you
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