Ascension
Severed by my angel
This victim learns to crawl
The experience grants insight
“An irony”, I called
There’s nothing left to hear me
And I must now become
The victim that regains life
And the redeemer of the sun
Lost wings have left me broken
The fall left so much hate
I steal an earthly image
I wear it to relate
Slowly I must stand up
Slowly I announce
“I am but your reflection”
And slowly I break out
I fear for those that see me
I’m frightened that they won’t
For everything I’ve witnessed
I’ve discovered what they know
Severed by their angels
These victims close their eyes
Embrace that they are dying
“An irony”, I cried
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