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Residence

Where Angels fall and Demons Fly
That is where I reside
Not by Day, not by night
naught by dark, naught by light.

Come ye weary traveler take flight
Push through hell with all thine might
Just to reach heven's pearly gate
and be told you're much too late.

Wings of Sapphire bleeding fast
One more breath to be thine last
Reach out hand, full of sin
heart what made of rusted tin.

I stand and watch, letting you fall
to be told that is my call
give now, thy final penance
for this place, my residence.

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