(no subject)
upon me yet another prophecy was bestowed
gods best work placed cleanly at my tattered feet
these blessed wings upon my back, I am now all powerful
in control of my own fate, holding the reigns of my own death's steed
the simple instinct of man is all that may hold me back
now not even my own conscience accompanies me into the hallowed flame
alone I stagger towards an end, though inevitable, that only I can create
though the broken blades of woe may cut my flesh
but only the release of death will extinguish my spark
gods best work placed cleanly at my tattered feet
these blessed wings upon my back, I am now all powerful
in control of my own fate, holding the reigns of my own death's steed
the simple instinct of man is all that may hold me back
now not even my own conscience accompanies me into the hallowed flame
alone I stagger towards an end, though inevitable, that only I can create
though the broken blades of woe may cut my flesh
but only the release of death will extinguish my spark