help me rise
My pulsating desire has been taken awayAwaken the dead envision their day
This is the time through painted faces
To sift the land of tyrant places
the shade of true colours will now conspire
through tempid waters and burning fires
I rise up through a hate fuelled shade
it is given no colour, black to fade
I bring my youth as a sacrifice
I struggle with every ounce of my device
Deliver me from evil I sit and wait
Am I the mortar or just the bait
For in this world its darkened skies
I wait for the angels to help me rise
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