Nebula Cone Commission Lyrics (draft1) (Patreon)

# Nebula Cone Comm

To be the daughter of absolution

Supper cools to an empty sky

Carried out in wordless misery

Every step in their design

Heaven devotes its path to me

Acquiescent to my mark

Yet a chasm bears itself to me

In that a star refused to spark

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Shall I be ordinary?

Is it potential they fear in me?

Or does every star align devoid

Of my memory?

Iridescence brands the evil

Of the winter they tried to forget

To hell with all the heavens

I'll be the hero yet