Please believe that you’re atop the remnants of a dying culture, casting our hearts in shadow set by your figure whilst ruling on your imposing throne. Irony builds as fast as your decent, you see monarchies are out of fashion and my Queen you fell so long ago. This reality is reality I’ll never know.
You see this picture? Your figure's fading within the nothingness that I'm creating. And I won’t cry, I won’t offer a tear for you alone led yourself here.
Cathedral bells sing your name, a name built by the omnipotence of ignorance. Set thralls to false scripture free, clear the pews as grace’ll never show. Dead resonance denounced your reverence, you see deaf are the lives that you orate to. As sermons leave unknown the enmity laid lay your future alone.
A season’s suffering that’s in honour of your lack of faith.
I don’t need this. I don’t need you.
This last fall will strike your eyes. I hold the flame, I’m just counting down the time. Now fall.
You see this picture? Your figure's fading within the nothingness that I'm creating. And I won’t cry, I won’t offer a tear for you alone led yourself here.
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