To Three Years Past

How did history immortalize me

Solely through our shared namesake

Yet in the wake, the nameless faces

Were thankless to the sacrifice on the cross

Silver emblazoned the fool's existence

Fall from grace, a hopeless cry to the immortal reigns

The weight of constitution and stipulations

Annihilated any gracious attempts of salvation

Destruction of the personified humanity

We unraveled for the latter years of hopeless squandering