What are these words you speak?
Do you not know your architect?
The mason who placed the stones
One by one till the tower *****
Out of perfection you were created,
Not thru chance of dice.
Though you gamble with life,
Neither luck nor skill
Were the hand drawn,
For Judgment is dealt to the Fool.
Just as Beauty fell from the skies,
You too, slipped into the void
Of nothingness; like a corpse,
Darkness embraces the decayed.
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 9:58 AM UTC
What are these words you speak?
Do you not know your architect?
The mason who placed the stones
One by one till the tower *****
Out of perfection you were created,
Not thru chance of dice.
Though you gamble with life,
Neither luck nor skill
Were the hand drawn,
For Judgment is dealt to the Fool.
Just as Beauty fell from the skies,
You too, slipped into the void
Of nothingness; like a corpse,
Darkness embraces the decayed.
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