The walls fall, the bricks crumble, the earth shakes.
And it's only the beginning.
The opposition run, screaming for help. Those with composure get ready to fight. Ready to defend their castle, their home.
Only no one's really ready, No one will ever be ready.
It's hopeless.
And for what?
The glory, of course. Nothing's ever for anything else.
It's not good enough to be special. It's not good enough to be the best of the best. It's not good enough for him.
It's all for the glory.
He's the one that burns the pitch. He hangs behind, tells the others that he has one last thing to do. They think he's scared.
They're all impressed when they see it burn, the flames reaching the sky, looking up to heaven as it falls from the sky.
Just like everyone else.
They see it fall, like a gust of ash.
He watches, smirking mirthlessly.
He does it for the glory.
That sickness, that feeling inside you, that's weakness. Don't let it divide you.
He does it for the glory. Nothing else. He doesn't do it because he's scared, or because the nasty men make him. He does it for the glory.
He used to be on the other side. He used to take things seriously, he used to be true.
The man of treason is the man who'll live. Our empire will never crumble.
And in a way, it won't.
He does it for the glory.
Because what's life without glory?
Nothing.
So he does it for the glory.
He sells his soul.
A deal with the devil is a deal with me.
He does it for the glory. The aftermath. People will remember him. He's the one that does it. He's the one that starts it. He's the one who's idea it is. He's the one who survives.
Because The man of treason is the man who'll live.
And he does it for the glory. All for the glory.
And in the end, Nobody runs, or makes it out alive.
He does it for the glory.
And people will remember.
The life count above his head will never go away, only increase with time.
The weight on his shoulders will never lighten. Or disappear.
But that's ok, because he does it for the glory.
And by the time it's over, he's got his glory.
He's done it, and that's all that matters.
He does it for the glory.
He burnt the walls he used to live in. For the glory. He burnt his memories. For the glory. He burnt the life. For the glory.
A deal with the devil is a deal with me.
We did it for the glory, the glory, oh the glory. We live inside a story, it's a story, all for the glory.
Nobody runs, nobody runs, nobody runs. Nobody runs, or makes it out alive.
~~~Fin~~~
A/N – Yes, I know it's terrible, and short. And I apologise for that. It's just an idea that came into my head, Based on 'Glory' By Hollywood Undead. Such a good band. ;)
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