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Men stumble

Born from a line of kings, to be the Messiah or the antichrist, or something equally as great. I have fallen from the path that was laid before me, but I will not, I cannot, fail my fate. My eyes have been forced wide open, so my realities I must face. And for all of those who are hoping, that I’ll take my rightful place. I have failed you for now, yes, I have let you down, but I am still alive. So please hold on and forgive my wrongs, and I will lead us toward the skies. I will give my everything, that I have to give, because I know you are worth this love. Then we can dance, in the Golden halls, and sing of what once was.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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