I wonder what the last thoughts were
That went through your head
As the last of your spirit left you
as you read
Who and what you were
From those lips, oh so red
Deadly
As a knife
Filling you with dread
Had your essence really become
Something of naught
The person you had once been
Who never ought
To have strayed from your destiny
to have relinquished the might
Offered up so cheaply
In the blackest night
Were the gargoyles laughing
At you as you wept
Did the rodent look over
as it crept
Past your mortal heap
On the steps of submission
In the breathe of damnation
And your last true confession
Did you feel your heart stutter
Was there any sign
That you would now
… only ever
… live a lie
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