Mediocrity was the only one we ever cared for. 
The fear of mediocrity; being questionable, no longer normal - entices us.
Every breath a little louder till the coming storm shadows its wings. 

The lust for mediocrity only exists because it is the only angel we can see.
It is that falling human that dies rising up. The nobility in having tried, and being fallen. 

For to be terrible, is to be forgotten and left under.
For to be great, is to be misunderstood and left to God.

In my grave, I'll pay and pray.