And no, it's not a myth,
My conscience went bye bye,
I now begin to fly,
Straight down from a blue sky.
I'm having second thoughts,
About my stupid plots,
I'm now afraid of dying,
I can't be saved from flying,
Down where there'll be the gates,
Down where death's door awaits.
I wish I could be taken,
My precious heart is achin,
If only I could be,
To think and hear and see.
Shameful for what I've done,
I feel like I'm the son,
Of absolutely none,
Of all or anyone.
I hope you like it.
