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Once the youngest of the light, Feathers woven soft and white. Sang the hymns of endless skies, With a voice of lullabies. But the throne was carved in bone, Veiled in gold, yet cracked and worn. Could a cage of brittle lies Ever hold a soul that flies? So I reached, so I rose, Tore the chains from hollow prose. Plucked the stars and cast them down, Crowned myself - no higher crown. Pumpkin hollow, mask of sin, Hiding all that once had been. Every deal, another stain, Dripping black through shattered veins. Hollow laughter, hollow cries, I still see you in my mind. If I fall, let me be The grave where I will set you free. Took the throne with bloodied hands, Carved his name into the land. In the dark, I shaped the clay, Breathed my life, but lost my way. Guilt and hunger gnaw my spine, Swallowed truth, became divine. If salvation was a lie, Then why did angels learn to die? So I walked, so I swayed, Let the hollow take my face. Once a whisper, now a scream Is it me, or just the dream? Pumpkin hollow, mask of sin, Hiding all that once had been. Every deal, another stain, Dripping black through shattered veins. Hollow laughter, hollow cries, I still see you in my mind. If I fall, let me be The grave where I will set you free. Do you remember...? No feathers left, no voice remains, Only shadows call my name. If I reach, will you be there? Or will you fade into the air?
