To the decrepit hand of your Hero you cling,
While in a sea of apathy your Redeemer drowns.
Your transparent Champion, shattering
In the gale you watch;
On his sleeve your heart bleeds the pain
Of victorious failures;
Into the ruse of your Victor you play:
His a face of the mighty, and a soul of the frail.
Your false Savior, defeated and broken is he,
Hiding your ears from the truth:
Your Hero, the Blind One shall ever be
In this barren wasteland of
Forgotten dreams.
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