Apples fallen from the Tree of Knowledge stain the fabric of our reality
And in an instant the remains of us succumb to our own brutality.
The Gospel closes as the silence between us leaves nothing to say
And knowing that this time might last till the end of day.
An angel comes with tidings of good will and memories of old
And my reception of Him on this night is so cold.
“Fear not, for your love for him still endures even now” cries the angel
And I mock and turn away from his self proclaimed evangel.
Have I been bitten by that snake, that clever little beast, for I grow so tired
And I find that my thoughts of not caring for him are often admired.
Then the night I listened to “when somebody you’re so devoted to suddenly just stops loving you”
And I really began to realize that these moments perhaps will be our final adieu.
I turn back to the Angel and embrace him with my dying light, begging him for grace
And he takes me and fills me with memories of music and I’m lifted from this place.
The day is coming where we will go our separate ways because of a choice that could not be made.
And the angel whispered private things, and from my heart I took out the snake with his blade.
And in an instant the remains of us succumb to our own brutality.
The Gospel closes as the silence between us leaves nothing to say
And knowing that this time might last till the end of day.
An angel comes with tidings of good will and memories of old
And my reception of Him on this night is so cold.
“Fear not, for your love for him still endures even now” cries the angel
And I mock and turn away from his self proclaimed evangel.
Have I been bitten by that snake, that clever little beast, for I grow so tired
And I find that my thoughts of not caring for him are often admired.
Then the night I listened to “when somebody you’re so devoted to suddenly just stops loving you”
And I really began to realize that these moments perhaps will be our final adieu.
I turn back to the Angel and embrace him with my dying light, begging him for grace
And he takes me and fills me with memories of music and I’m lifted from this place.
The day is coming where we will go our separate ways because of a choice that could not be made.
And the angel whispered private things, and from my heart I took out the snake with his blade.
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