Eschaton False Sanctity
Someday has come
the one which you foretold
full circle vengeance
speaks of a sarcastic past,
returning to its origin,
now you bear the mark
the liar
whispers softly into your ear
drowning in your own words
returning to a day,
you never thought would come
descent into ignorance
taken one step too far
the mark applied to others
is the one you see you are
all the empty promises
can’t remove the scar
buried in lost meaning
you have nothing left
drowning in your own words
fallen from your place of power
pleading for forgiveness
humbled upon your knees
only now it’s apparent,
you’re the carrier of the disease
pleading for forgiveness
drowning in your own words
