Pretty Divine

let's make gods out of these hollow corpses.
i'm tired of the weight of mortality, i want

to tear it from my veins til i bleed silver and gold,
til i can feel something again. let's carve our names

in a heart on the ivory pillars of history. maybe
one day they'll chant our names, maybe one day

they'll paint us into the constellations and name
galaxies after us, and we too shall be eternal