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Earn your grave, and earn your life

It burns, a burn I chose

That’s the fire of god, his flame in my nose

Take my form for a second, my soul will you hold

And turn all my ashes into a moment of gold

Fall, falling so fast it all blurs

An impact and splatter on concrete reserves

(So melodic)

My pettiness emerges

I’m cursing the birds

You can’t take this from me, leave it alone

And leave me to rest upon the throne

The future it holds, uncertain unknown