Thank God For The Suffering

I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of May
 'Neath whose rays we lay together
 And those bright nights on glassy waves
 When we would glide lightly away
 From the grain
 For wicked flights of pleasure
 Those visions fade
 Like ghosts to life's parade
 Though incisions once made Her so vivid
 A scarlet whore
 With both heels in the door
 Of a heaven severed from me, insipid
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 And midst the writhe of parapets
 Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
 Upon the lip
 Only a slip from whence I beg Her
 That I would wish
 Her kiss a chrysalis
 To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
 And in those frozen moments won
 From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
 In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
 I thank God for the suffering
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 Love would have conquered all
 But for the Rapture
 That ancient plan for my defeat
 Denied Faith skies that would have set Her free
 It seems again dreams wend to capture
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 Once dancing in a spotlit waltz
 Through a shadowed dimension
 Given to the rivers that bedizened Her eyes
 The world drifted by in a lost momentum
 With no divine intervention
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 Regardless that the author
 Of sin was me and I
 Lay chaste of hate in Faith's embrace
 As Mortals warred with more besides
 They warred with life itself
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 And in those frozen moments won
 From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
 In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
 I thank God for the suffering
 And I thank God for the suffering
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 As still I burn
 For Her return
 I would make my peace with everything
 I, I still recall, the first full moon of May
 Consigned to flames like secret letters
 And midst the writhe of parapets
 Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
 Upon the lip
 Only a slip from whence I beg Her
 That I would wish
 Her kiss a chrysalis
 To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
 And in those frozen moments won
 From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
 In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
 I thank God for the suffering
 Love would have conquered all
 Were we not parted
 Her splintered loss rekindles rage
 The winter frost dwindles across my stage
 Lit up once more to score finales started
 Love would have conquered all
 Love would have conquered
 Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
 And in those frozen moments won
 From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
 In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
 I thank God for the suffering