The Broken Throne

The broken throne

of something past

He was first

I will last

Make the mold

break the cast

The broken throne

of something past.

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I kill the urge

of mortal sight

Do you know

what’s wrong – what’s right?

Me and all

my mortal might

I kill the urge

of mortal sight.

*

In fleeting moments

death draws near

In all defiance

I show no fear

When he’s close

life is clear

In fleeting moments

death draws near.

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I cannot see

wood for tree

I cannot see

what’s good for me

I lost it down

on waters edge

I lost my crown

in a thorny pledge

I tried to save

a mortal soul

and fell…myself

in this mortal hole

The cross was not

my idea

My sweat and blood

no mortal tear.

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The broken throne

of something past

He was first

I will last

Make the mold

break the cast

The broken throne

of something past.