Fragments of your greatness

The crunch of mirrors under the weight of your shadow...
You fed us a god, but turned out to be mere flesh.


I lick the ash from your porcelain lips,
Your empire is built of knocked-out teeth.
Your throne is just a pile of charred prayers,
A fake idol in a web of others' sins.
We kissed the cracks on your perfect face.


Blind mannequins dance on broken glass,
Your laugh is like a blade scraping a sick soul.
You thought you were immortal, but time demands the bill,
And your fake paradise falls dead today.

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Fragments of your greatness!
Slit the throats of those who drank your light!
Fragments of your greatness!
Your empty testament weeps with blood!
I will gather them all to stab them back,
Into your blind, rotting nothingness!


Plastic halos melt in the fire,
Your icons look at us with disgust.
You promised us eternity, lacing it with poison,
Now your cathedrals are a scorched garden.
The enraptured whisper turns into a snarl.


Fall. Shatter.
Fragment by fragment.
Your blood is as black as your truth.
We are no longer your flock.
We are your guillotine.



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Fragments of your greatness!
Slit the throats of those who drank your light!
Fragments of your greatness!
Your empty testament weeps with blood!


Put yourself together.
Among the shattered mirrors.
Your greatness is dust.
 And we inhale it.