(Instrumental - with accompanying work)    A wintry chill resides in my heart  and claims to plague within  abhorence and adoration  Of the misfortunes it resounds to  bloodied pulpit and spattered sounds  toward a misanthropic subjugation  Which I'd left unaware of shattered dreams  when I awoke to despair  in awe of betrayal and miscalculations  Of the archangel that I'd known  and loved to worship unatoned  that She could quash it;  synching its mellowed beat with  my love and a knife    She severs everything pure and true  an evisceration, compassion subdued  and forsakes the inner knowings of Her heart  And I believed Her lies, to attest to the fact  that She would abandon lasciviousness intact  returning to adore our emblissed, lavish arts  Faith, (as I knew Her) drew further away  tempting fate to Her face  but masquing its underlying past  And my heartstrings were snapped  drawn too tight this time  to our twisted, phaerytaled rhyme  and our dissonent symphony in part