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Metamorphosis The Fallen: Mourn
Metamorphosis The Fallen: Mourn
Metamorphosis The Fallen: Mourn
The blind eats with wisdom Beloved, were you not? Oh angel,
That when the moon sits, the birds call You yearned to please, but forgot
For the danger that lurks around The boundaries of which you are in
There was an inevitable death You found sin among the creation
Just like a breeze, the sea screams Like Pandora, you became curious
The sun dies and the moon laughs Opened the box and found the sins
Morning glory blooms as the eclipse come But you were better than Pandora
A sheltered life, a new home was made Given everything and yet, you hunger
A pity from the gods, a miracle was born Box thrown, and curiosity filled
Transparent silk weaved into a dress You were the beloved, cherished
Clothed to another beauty among beauties Repentance was one step away
Exposing its broken kaleidoscope Black colored the hem of your garb
Mourn