THREE YEARS PAST
EDITED IN ADOBE PREMIERE PRO

How did history immortalize me?
Solely through our shared namesake
Yet in the wake, the nameless faces
Were thankless to the sacrifice on the cross
Silver emblazoned the fool's existence
Fall from grace, a hopeless cry to the immortal reigns
The weight of constitution and stipulations
Annihilated any gracious attempts of salvation
Destruction of the personified humanity
We unraveled for the latter years of hopeless squandering
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