Epitaph For The Proud

We are devoid of all hope

From cradle to grave

I called out to Gods

And waited for the sign

The Gods are silent still

And the sign to be seen

The throne of Man

Bows to no lord

And pride swells within

And thus sickness is sown

Soon ripe and all abloom

For Lord and Lady, beggar and poor

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We have gathered here together

To see the Victor of the Earth

On his sacred brow, with great pride

He bears the crown

We have gathered here, forever

To see the Scepter that He holds

Without effort, firm as stone

O, His Hand did dethrone god

Once a morning is to dawn

With a terrible, whispered sigh

Loud as a thousand storms

An epitaph for the Proud

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