Hers is Faith Justly Found...

Hers is a faith, justly found….

Guided by a lost spirit, this I have found,
an old book, covers neatly bound.
And upon the pages were these words,
eloquent they live, without sound.

She stood her face against her devil,
he grinned, clipped her wings,
now she stays upon the earth.
There praying to her sister angels,
that she would have rebirth.

Lovers she takes now at her leisure,
sisters wail in grief, as she sins.
I will use this mortal body for pleasure,
and with this old Satan grins.

“I gave of the kindest heart,
dreams of pure devotion”
“but only the nightmares, belong to me.”

This is I, she screams to her god,
an angel fallen from you grace.
Please caress and lift my burning torso,
and carry me clear of this place.
 
Left to bake in the never ending fire,
she feels that fate will lend a hand.
Never allowing her allegiance to tire,
but this was not hers to demand.

These doubts permeate her dreams,
as well as her waking moments.
She pleads with hells guardsmen,
but they all laugh at her torments.
 
Every millennium sees her go deeper,
into her hellish melancholy.
“There is no God for me anymore,
I live for me and nothing's holy.”