The Glorious Fall

A bittersweet reality in the death of an entity.
 No purpose is left for a righteous mercenary.
 All that's left is the glorious fall or my reign is not complete.
 As a product of sin and self-indulgence I will give into my own cause.
 I will die by my own blood drenched hands.
 My departure will be the end of this clockwork holocaust.
 A tense feel of accomplishment will echo through the halls of the dead.
 I will make a worthy enemy as i try to defy my demise.
 And when my labyrinth senses air down I will plunge to where I'm from.
 I was the genocide as I prepare to die I will breathe a sigh of relief.
 And from this moment on.
 I am free