The Fallen

Tell me your lies, tell me your sins

tell me the life that might have been

they have killed you oh once-mighty-one

for you have wilted under the withering sun

the golden god so fierce and brave

is now a shambling, craven slave

your eyes burned bright an inferno wild

but now you cry pathetic child

I cannot bear to see your face

you're nothing more than my disgrace

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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