Null Valley - Son with Horns

Ascend to great heights
Preparation for the fall
This is the struggle
Of the celestial
Bodies that fill the sky
Bow to worship not I
To make all hate my weapon
Prideful you may deny
Rather condemned to die
The final word non serviam
You put your hands in the mud and the shit and pulled out a rib bone to duplicate it
The creation of man
Your preference an ape
I cant understand
How could you my lord
Turn your back on perfection
Because you are bored
No such thing as time
To the immortal
Every extinction
A chance to start again
This time we'll burn it down
Not a trace will be found
The final war in heaven
You think it still exists
That there is time to fix
What happened in revelations
On the day that you made light it exposed a flaw in the structure
Since you needed a scapegoat you condemned me to die
Now I'm stuck in this prison made of sinners bones
Without form and void
Blameless in your ways
Settings and mountings of gold
Fallen from the most high
In your absence I know death
To be forgotten and cold
Forever burn in the fire
Light my anguish to fuel Hell

Written by:
Zachary Lively

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