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The Sky Never Stood a Chance by Positive

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The Sky Never Stood a Chance

Cinematic Metal

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I was born from a fracture in the heavens. A halo split like glass, bleeding slow. Gold below me, a devil with a grin. Sharper than prophecy, tonight the universe learns how to fall.
The truth of war.
I step from cloud to ash, they cough up dust. Wings sing to the scene from one too many trust busts. He crawls out of crimson, laughing like a verdict. Angel boy, you lived, but you ain't seen hell yet.
Lightning kisses my tongue, I clench a judgment ring. He bleeds molten sin from knuckles that used to be kings. We don't trade words, we strike. The sky splits like a whip. God looks away while constellations lose their script.
Two worlds on our shoulders, both hotter, both colder. If fate had a heartbeat, we just stopped its holder. I breathe in the war, he exhales the night. And the universe scissors, only one leaves alive tonight.
This is the clash of the crownless, roar of the abandoned. Last angel, first demon, the sky never stood a chance. Halos fall, horns rise. Truth fractures, fate bears its dice. If heaven wants redemption, it will have to pay. Pay the price.
No God at all.
I swing with the weight of every prayer left unsaid. A scar on my shoulder remembers the vow I bled. He swings for hunger, the uncounted, the damned. Our shadows comb the galaxies, black holes back from our hands.
He says you're divine, but your edges are breaking. I say you're endless, but baby, your hands are shaking. Seven realms shiver, we ain't doing this for a throne. We're carbon and oats in a sky that never learned to home.
Tell me why I tremble when I whisper your name. Silence cracks even an angel's cup. Even demons pray in the dark.
This is the clash of the crownless. Roar of the abandoned. Last angel, first demon. The sky never stood a chance.
Halos fall. Horns rise. Truth fractures. Fate bears its teeth. When gods go to war, only one thing rings true. Truth repains, the rest bleeds through.
So here we stand. One halo cracked, one horn bent. A scar of our name half sung. Heaven pays descent. The universe watches as we choose what will rise. From the ruin we planted with our own two knives.