Hallowed Miscreant from Extract by Echoes of the Moon

There he goes
He’s holding your share
As his own
He has no remorse
This is how things are
It can’t be helped
It’s your choice
To be where you are
As the ladder follows him
From the hole you’re in
You’ll learn to love your walls
He loves his god
That he pretends is yours
It was rewritten
Somewhere along the way
He traded your flesh
For a number
You’ll may be delivered soon enough
If you can prove you are worthy
He supplies your knowledge
He supplies your views
You’ll defend him to the very end
Admiration in hand
This is how things are
He reaches out his hand
To pull you up
You fail to hang on
He never wiped away the blood
You thank him for trying
Try again when you’re more like him.
You’ll know you’ve made it in this world
When you’re just like him

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