Sprawled across the sign//like limbs deadened and 
decayed//were letters that spelled the harsh reality//of 
what my future held//just beyond those lead lined 
doors//its been days since the elders cast me out//they'd 
said I had forgotten//what it was to feel//all alone am 
banished// to the black house where the light of that 
day//repeats//that day when I saw a man clutching on to 
his son//with a look of confusion//scribed across his 
face//he had explained to me//(with such conviction)//the 
fraudulence of my work//and disguised his fears//with a 
sharpened tongue (then I quickly took//control of THAT 
situation)//there standing at the top of the stairs 
was//the architect that brought death//to the oncoming 
herd//to the oncoming herd//I never heard the 
warning//that was never//meant to be heard//ill fate was 
wished upon he who had power to draw the world//but 
exhaustion plagues the strength of this fallen angels 
hands//my intentions were never to appease the gods!//I 
solely wished to make a//a mockery of what they 
protect//now all alone in my//my dark corner of the 
world//I fly towards the light of that day