To be at the highest pinnacle,
mount on the pyramids of desolation,
seek for sunlight until it burns you,
reach for clouds, until the storm comes.
To be the royalty of your universe,
embrace death like a ghostly friend,
provide a funeral for your own end,
put six feet under, the afterlife of your qualms.
To break away from dishonor,
cage the angels within your borderlands,
free the demon inside your core,
let them out, let them die.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
To be at the highest pinnacle,
mount on the pyramids of desolation,
seek for sunlight until it burns you,
reach for clouds, until the storm comes.
To be the royalty of your universe,
embrace death like a ghostly friend,
provide a funeral for your own end,
put six feet under, the afterlife of your qualms.
To break away from dishonor,
cage the angels within your borderlands,
free the demon inside your core,
let them out, let them die.
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