Flames to Douse

Celestial involvement

Cataclysmic proportions

Glorified suicide

Divine interventions

 

Born to a chapel

Born in a white house

Fed a poisoned apple

And left with flames to douse

 

Lie with a whisper

Lie with the lights out

Allied with the winter

And friends with the drought

 

Ready to suffer

Ready to hope

It’s a shot in the dark

And the end of my rope

 

Regret is an elephant in the room

It’s eating all my food

Leaving none for you

What is there to do?

 

For I, alone, am the answer

I, alone, will make wrongs right

But in order to root out the cancer

It has to be kept from the sunlight

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