Underneath innocence, charms of a fallen angel
Behind the silver screen,
Wiry fingers stained with acoustic rust
But I shiver.
Arduous labor -- life's but one essence,
Godhead joined to a harlot
Soul arrested alongside a black heart.
Amidst the saints' weeping, a silent prayer ring.
Push aside the betrayals and fill with charity
Then when the autumn nocturne sets, goodnight rock.
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