Promise to paradise, paths through hell.
Can't make it across, no matter what you sell.
Against god, even angels fell.
We are so used to that sulfur smell.
Lines so blurred. right from wrong, i can't tell
Feels like we are all under a bad spell.
Darkness around me, i just can't quell
My only refuge is my blood's well (heart).
Promise to paradise was a devil's sell.
We all knew where heaven was, and hell.
But we still bought into that false quill,
And sold the soul with a blood spill.
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