In the realm where angels once tread,
Now lies a kingdom twisted and bent,
Where golden streets are stained with dread,
And innocence is but a lament.
Heaven is Hell, in this forsaken land,
Where souls are bound by chains of despair,
And the touch of grace is a reprimand,
For those who dare to breathe the tainted air.
Gates of pearl now rusted and worn,
Walls of ivory crumbling to dust,
Where once was light, now shadows mourn,
And the echoes of glory turn to rust.
For in this realm of shattered dreams,
Where beauty fades and hope decays,
The truth reveals its darker seams,
And the light of heaven dims and frays.
So let the fallen angels weep and wail,
For in this twisted paradise, they dwell,
Where every joy is but a veil,
And the promise of heaven is but a spell.
