Le jugement tombe sur chaque couronne (single, French, bling, title)

[enemyat_thesix]

What I once held as celebrated truth
I now recognize as the vice of youth.
In an infinite moment separated by synapse
I choke on the answer to a question I never asked.
These circuits were never meant to carry such a current,
And when the breakers blow I am left with a single image:
A collapsing smile in the absence of light.

Where were you when Jericho fell,
When Sodom burned and Egypt wept?
I was here all along,
A whisper crushed between folded hands.

Behold, mighty king,
Your alabaster pillars crumbling.
Harken, O lord,
To the thunder of the dead.
Despair, your majesty,
As the black ocean swells,
Swallowing your palace and your heaven and your hell.