with my ruined wings i cant make it to heaven

yet the blood i spilled rivals that of the grace of god

the grace of god allows those to enter heaven

but he takes the lives away all the same

we live in a constant tourniquet

no redemption allowed if we are pure sinners

as we lie dieing in our own blood

how can we truly say it was our fault

when all the books point to saying it was our time

no salvation is worth losing life knowing you are a killer

no chance for redemption

we pray our hearts out wishing to be saved

yet...miracles hardly ever come

are we supposed to believe we have angels?

should we realize we are loved by higher power?

those who gave us life

also give us death

choices between paradise and the damned

true happiness apart from those you left behind

our blood mingles with that of angels

our tears with that of the bloodied ones of demons

feathers fall one by one down to the forsaken plain

yet the flames never falter

are we in heaven

or a constant hell our world?

praying...

dieing...

living...

its the same...

we pray to the stars to answer us

our wishes go unanswered...

why do we try to get salvation

its always ripped away

what’s the point

should we sit here waiting to die

sit here in false belief

we deserve to know why we cant get salvation

those who wronged those innocent deserve a pure judgment

those who are innocent who where wronged deserve to be clean again

cleanse this tainted world you once called the promise land...

cleanse the world that Christ once walked...

so much blood...

so much pain...

lost innocence

protect the innocent...

it never seems...

it happens in the end anyway...

all feel dirty...

we all feel dirty...

tainted...

our wings ruined in the rapid fall of blood

once white and pure

becomes the crimson of despair and tainted