I am the god of nothing
I am the Lord of lies
I have fallen from my grace
to the very thing that I despise
whatever's good is broken
I don't really care
for when the inferno does erupt
I simply won't be there
Did you mistake my face for friendliness
Sorry but it doesn't exist
for I've rose up from the stagnating cesspit
within in which we continue to persist
I reward nothing with loyalty
I'll take and use and choose
fallen stars, broken hearts -
nothing to me but a bruise
For I am the righteous
I am the whole story
I am favored by nobody, inside grotesque and gory
I am the air you breathe, the dust upon your seats,
I am the Pale God
so get down upon your knees
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 2:26 PM UTC
I am the god of nothing
I am the Lord of lies
I have fallen from my grace
to the very thing that I despise
whatever's good is broken
I don't really care
for when the inferno does erupt
I simply won't be there
Did you mistake my face for friendliness
Sorry but it doesn't exist
for I've rose up from the stagnating cesspit
within in which we continue to persist
I reward nothing with loyalty
I'll take and use and choose
fallen stars, broken hearts -
nothing to me but a bruise
For I am the righteous
I am the whole story
I am favored by nobody, inside grotesque and gory
I am the air you breathe, the dust upon your seats,
I am the Pale God
so get down upon your knees
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