I've been wandering around This fucked ghost town. A carcass. A carrion. Waste. I left hope a million miles back. I left hope dying by the roadside.
So my withered heart Beat down, defeated Plunges out of my chest No trumpets as it drops to pieces.
Who else? What else Could I have been?
False iconoclast? Prince of deception? Christ for the future? Or just another body?
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