You tried powerful,

And you fell so far,

Were given flames

In place of tiara,

All glories that you

Tried to grab hold of,

Lost it all to

Greed that was yours;

Swollen, sinning hearts,

Lead with your cursed words,

Down into the dance;

Chained wings of earthly birds.

But those words to tempt,

They’re none compared

To the glory above, lost,

‘Cause when you looked, you stared.

The End

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