Self destruction.

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Icarus maiden flight,
Reaching for His light
Dashed by the wings of my dreams
Rocks peirce my skin
Clarion call of flesh.
Pain a glorious banshee
Waves bellowed in harmony.
A refrain lost to the wind
A release from Adam's labor curse.
Soul with misery adorn.
Christ salvation lost on Eve's first born.

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