Nephil's Burden or The Deep Split

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I am a heaven-born but stuck inside this hell
My head inside the clouds, my feet inside the caverns of the ground.
My burnin wings are torn,
My life's a prison cell.
My hands are digging but no freedom can be found.
Between a god and something lesser than a man.
We must make peace with this creature we became.
Find refuge 'tween the devil and our fathers grace.
Our evidence in pain and in our weathered face.
Watching our halo fading to grey
Watching the world
Fall into pieces like we fell from grace
Into madness, and misery.
Ugly and deep is the trace we replaced
By relentless agony.
Rip out our feathers! They don't suit us anymore.
Break our will or tell us what we'd use it for.
Soft is the voice but way too soothing to ignore.
We feed the devil like we never did before.
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Strong is the arm
Weak is the mind.
Released the hunger
Gone the divine.
Further from heaven
Than I could be.
Fierce is the beast
Inside of me.
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Your hands
I can't reach them.
Your words
I cant hear them
My faith
It is broken
Your love
I can't feel it.
Your justice
I fear it
My cross
You don't bear it.
This is the deep split.
The great insult.
A gaping wound you only heal
With burning steel and something fun to kill the pain.
We are the misfits.
Life is a revolt.
Against the split from the god inside us all, that lies in chains.
Chain my wings to the wall but you will never kill
the spark of the divine or tame my demons' will.
Unbowed my head, defiant my tormented chest.
A furious soul alas is dwelling in my breast.
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Stick to your guns!
Prepare for war!
We are not what
We were before.
Split is the world
And so are we.
Became our cruelest
Enemy.