TMA-Club

They found me sinking to the bottom The very bottom of the ocean floor. I waited for my time beneath the salty Storm; and learned to brave no more. For, see, I was a beast without a faulty Eye and a working heart, and autumn Froze my sea for a thousand times. I was a beast without the mouth of a Philanthropist and a sociopathic man; I was a God born into rags and skin Of sapphire that dared lead me astray. I wish you could see me now, as I can Be heard much above the raucous din And serve to atone for my many crimes. I am quiet as I lay in the deepest of wait— No one can see me beneath this glossy World that I own and reign stron