Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Falling Into Nix

Taken from his throne,
They graduated him to a peasant
And made millions weep.

Unmaking history and reason,
They won the battle,
Delcaring heaven stolen and
Giving away halo's to the unpredictable.

We hid underground,
Misery pelting us and our
Morals fading away.

My blackened friend, my former foe,
He gives his hands to me.
I cry until he disappears,
Covered by darkness.

Days come and go, I pray (but to what?)
This alien to return,
But I slipped upon a trap.
Further I fell into nihility.

From this height, I felt only
The wind whipping at my spine.
naked, my scars begin to ache.
I am crushed under bodies,
All dead and broken.
I see familiar faces, but not his.

2-17-10
 


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