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Jul 2013
And my heroes uses to sit on tall pedestals
Above normal men
But they reached too high into the sky
The statues of my mind
Reached the sun and ignited
Turned to ash
And fell at my feet.
Heros made men
Once more at my feet
Able to sin like men should
On the dirt from which we all come
Written by
Ben Holders
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