Alther VIII Thy maker

I was too young for this mind
Whatever you said never made sense
Always waited for the better hour
Never got the chance to say

Made the mask to save my soul
You Just wanted to save yourself
Tried to push my feelings forwards just to be denied
Escape was the moment I craved

Forced thy family from debris and ash
Subjugated the mind like the vultures
Nothing offered could cure the sorrow
Crying for the respect against myself

Now when the claw is gone
Free from the disillusion we made
My world is now barren and cold
Thousands of questions and just hollow answers

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