Harbinger Of Nothing

We die once our bodies fail our mind

But we disappear when our minds leave your memories

Fog clings desperately to the ground

A second death burns hotter than the first

Tell me who I am if you're all knowing

The arbiter of moral purity

Whose never admitted defeat

Whose never atoned for mistakes

Your patron saint of perfection

You've canonized the lies

You use as scripture

Your patron saint of respectability

I am not the harbinger

Of your sanctimonious virtue

Tell me who I am

Harbinger of nothing