Falling from the highest mountain
compares nothing to this feeling
It's not a rush no exhilaration present
I'm in a fragile state like a broken china doll
as stained glass falling from a cathedral window
The Holy Mother falling at my feet
stained red with my blood
It's so pitiful what I've become
an empty husk burned as the world shall
Twisted and broken smoke rising from my body
the spiteful remains of a soulless man
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