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The Phoenix
Fire wells within my heart
To burn with hate and lust,
From fragile ashes which once I held,
To rise up from the dust.
The hallowed air screams with my rage
To repel the horrors from my mind.
It scalds my soul, my burning soul,
And leaves the rest behind.
An unblinking eye that sees your soul -
Oh! The suffering that you seek!
It sees the raping of the world,
Of both the mighty and the meek.
You prey by night and pray by day
For the forgiveness of your god.
You grip your shroud of purity
With hands decayed and clawed.
You shift your flaws on someone else,
Taking shelter come the dawn.
Though you claim the role of king yourself,
You'll ever play the pawn.
Nay sir, I am not evil,
And yet not good all through.
My judgments rend and pierce the air,
But each word I speak is true.
For I am the Phoenix,
Borne of the flame of truth.
Yet corruption is my fortune -
A corruption caused by you.
For the Phoenix is a creature
Borne of the souls of men.
So fall to your knees and pray this day...
...Tonight you'll sin again.