I've turned into a spectacle
A means for their disgust
Trust in lies for all they see
Formless icons made for us.

I walk between the blackened worlds
Where time can only stay
Heroes and gods will fade away
On the shores of it's fleeting days

My image holds nothing heroic
And my name will soon linger off the lips
Life itself was a passing game
As the winners all died under it's whips

Will my children seek the answers
To the questions this legacy lays?
Spend their lives in fruitless hopes
To understand my failing ways

I'll make a wish, but who will hear?
For god has been absent from this life
Guide my name and the memory it holds
In the children who live outside of time.
 
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