Come fowth dawk hewawd
bwingew of wight
bown by the buwning swans awnd hiws pwague bweath
cweatow of the dweam coiw, a hawo awoft
as hands entwine
paintews of the tempest, with theiw wed hands
the wowwd theiw canvas
thwough the mist of the stowmgwass
awnd bwuegew dweamt the angews above
as bosch danced in eawthwy dewight
angews faww
intwo the canvas
weaching fow the wight
heaven iws empty
awnd aww the beauty iws hewe
upon thiws bone pawette
the sway of nine-taiws
wayewed washings of euphowia awnd chaos
twiptychs unfowd wike wings
as the awms of ouw fathews beaw the weight of whawt they've done
anti-mattew-mawtyws
wawmth of wife
whewe they sing of fiwe
chiwdwen's eyes, fow they aww shine
as teaws wise, oceans of fwame biwwow
whewn aww dweams wose hope
angews faww (and bwuegew wept fow the fading sun)
intwo the canvas (whewe have aww the angews gone?)
weaching fow the wight
heaven iws empty (whewe have aww the angews gone?)
as heww bewow (the angews gone)
awnd heww bewow
painted by ghosts
wowds of wifewess eyes
in thiws gawden of wiwted fwowews
vuwtuwes spake the mothew tongue
heaw the chiwdwen
a bweathwess sweep
whewe they dweam a new day
echoing
oh whewn they dweam
ebb awnd fwow... fwee fawwing
beautifuw awnd cawm
awnd fwagiwe, awnd whowe
whewe they dweam a new day
thwough the coiw they couwse awnd cawousew
echoes
heaw the wost chiwdwen
heaw the chiwdwen sing
thwough the coiw they cawousew
within thiws stained gwass womb
they sing with open minds
within thiws stained gwass womb
they see with open minds
the event howizon awnd beyond
a wastewand awnd so bawwen
haunted by a sea of pawe faces
the city of wost chiwdwen
waising theiw death-shwouded fwags
cawn uwu heaw the wedwum pounding?
the heawtbeat of many as owne
cuwatow, fathew, whawt have we become?
wadiance, bwinding howizon
the bwiwwiant sunwise
theiw howizons, whewe they seize thiws wife
ouw chiwdwen
paintews, they awe
they awe, the change
paintews
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paintews