the highest reach of
the highest peak
of the highest thing
in the deep blue sea
leads me to see
the gates of irony
in place of destiny
I've yearned to achieve
how can mercy supersede
the misery and grief
being grim. He who reaps
those to the dark and deep
lost in the depths
of the steps to Heaven
Angels chant in protest
and my only weapon
in my unyielding vigor
running ever quicker
the arrows only hurt sinners
meanwhile my skin is getting thicker
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