No Diety

So done with the prospect, the lineage of your face. Gone - without a trace. So done witb the thought, it's overlapping ... Decaying my face to the stones. Forced. For a lie.it was all told. Betrayed! Damaged with two souls . no slace between. An angel then does and spreads her wings. A cherub beside me slowly sings. all along the watchtower ... the breeze makes your smile evaporate, Betrayed! By the kingdom and the fakes.