to be immortal
lets make god out of these
hollow bones
im sick of the weight of mortality
i want to to live everyday like its my last
without the fear of death
haunting my mind
lets make love in an old cathedral
and then jump off of a building
like an angel falling from heaven
only to walk away with a few cuts and scratches
lets show these gods
what theyre truly missing
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