God.

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And there I sat, my importance set in stone.
There I sat in my nice big mansion on my nice big throne.
There I sat allowing myself to be worshipped by all.
There I sat, a god.
I could never ever bleed.
I could never ever fall.
Now here I lay, my importance delicate, my existence subtle.
Here I lay, listening to my nice big mansion turn to rubble.
here I lay, a god.
Wondering why my heart was bleeding.
Here I lay, a god.
Wondering why I had fallen.
Here I lay, a god. No longer worshipped by all.
But a god that can bleed, is a god that can fall.
And one that can fall, is nothing but human.
So here I lay, a human,
After all these years of thinking I am god.

"If gods can bleed, gods can die."
-Fundy.

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