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Thursday, 3 November 2011

Falling

The bright light of a fading kingdom.
The shackles of a burdening father released.
The weight of millions lifted from my hell bound shoulders.
My fall from grace unknown to all,
With Mankind blinded by the lies of a weary old man.
How a lie can spark the fire of a burning orgy,
The effortless chaos inflicted by a rambling deity.
Favoring the seeds of an imperfect root, tainted by the blood of freewill. Rather than the sons soaring above the heavens,
Governing the shadows in the corners of sight.

I tear away from the overwhelming light, 
Forging my destiny in the arctic storm of the abyss.
Living within the eye free from treachery, but forever to burn in the furnaces of my misplaced love.  

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