The Glorious Fall

A bittersweet reality in the death of an entity.

No purpose is left for a righteous mercenary.

All that's left is the glorious fall or my reign is not complete.

As a product of sin and self-indulgence I will give into my own cause.

I will die by my own blood drenched hands.

My departure will be the end of this clockwork holocaust.

A tense feel of accomplishment will echo through the halls of the dead.

I will make a worthy enemy as i try to defy my demise.

And when my labyrinth senses air down I will plunge to where I'm from.

I was the genocide as I prepare to die I will breathe a sigh of relief.

And from this moment on.

I am free