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I broke the limit of transcendent within ten minutes

And I meant it when I said that I know I can't win it

As the demons deep within it begin it with a tenet

I hum the song of sorrow as I'm hung before the finish



No surprise in the demise that I see before my eyes

Just the sighs and cries from the sins I never realized

Now I'm weighed and sized for the lies and crimes I tried

And so I've died inside and on wings of light I'll fly



As the fires burn higher to the skies like a spire

Mine is a rage that shall not tire or transpire

The demons won't retire from my mind so wired

Now the hour becomes dire as my hopes remain sired



Against every wall I crawl and call out to reveal it all

I saw the bastions of light right before the final fall

In my mind I'm flawed as I'm purged and in awe

Lost in the halls of a past that I can't recall