Looking over the land like a self-appointed God-King should,
Judging life as a self-perceived supreme being would,
Leave a path of destruction behind as only an ultimate destroyer could,
Or bring life anew and prosperity from the platitudes you stood,
Know that you went from pawn to king in a blink of an eye,
And now your lies will be exalted until the day that you die,
Will it be a remembrance as failure or savior,
I guess that rests on your own behavior,
And the choices you make whether right or wrong,
Which determine if you’re cursed or praised in song,
The only issue I have that remains is a matter of trust,
Because regardless of decisions made; they only affect us.
Juxtaposed To A Fault 