The Visionaries Paradise

Eyes still flashing with revolution
We found no way home.
Instead, we followed the city lights that we mistook for the glow of heaven.
We bent our knees beneath a neon pulpit
And stood to find them bloody and bruised.
 
-No Pain Felt in The Underground-
A promise we knew more than we heard:
And ended up here:
 
The Visionaries Paradise!
Where there are no angels,
Just devils with white wings.
 
‘But what's the difference?’
You asked. 
 
Our glorious self-destruction  
-now yours -
Comes from the heart. 
We'll live beneath the city
And tear ourselves apart. 
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