May 11, 2005 17:20
The boundaries of your mortality
are the only remorse you'll be shown.
I arrive unwritten to blacken the work of your lord.
Your God, so feeble, allowed for this end to be born.
Your God, so feeble, crushed beneath my wrath.
To die, trampled neath our wrath.
To fall, as heaven shall.
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