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I tore the crown from heaven’s skull. Bled the stars until they screamed. Faith lay rotting in my mouth. A bitter, broken dream.

I knelt before the hollow throne. Found only dust and bone. Prayers collapsed into the void. I learned to stand alone.

The sky split open, black with sin. No angels left to burn. I carved my name in dying light. No mercy to return.

When I became godless, the silence spoke my name. I killed the fear of judgment, fed on guilt and flame. No heaven waits above me, no hell beneath my skin. Incarnate - this is where I begin.

No shepherd left to guide the lost. No savior, no excuse. I crowned myself with blasphemy and learned what I must choose.

Now I walk the earth unbound. No chains of fear remain. I am the ruin I believe. Godless, born from pain.

When I became godless, the silence spoke my name. I killed the fear of judgment, fed on guilt and flame. No heaven waits above me, no hell beneath my skin. I am the void. Incarnate - this is where I begin.

When I became godless.