The Glorious Fall

<p>A bittersweet reality in the death of an entity. No purpose is left for a righteous mercenary. All that's left is the glorious fall or my reign is not complete. As a product of sin and self-indulgence I will give into my own cause. I will die by my own blood drenched hands. My departure will be the end of this clockwork holocaust. A tense feel of accomplishment will echo through the halls of the dead. I will make a worthy enemy as i try to defy my demise. And when my labyrinth senses air down I will plunge to where I'm from. I was the genocide as I prepare to die I will breathe a sigh of relief. And from this moment on. I am free</p>