The Fall of a God

ideals were my air...
ideals were my bread-and-butter...

I was living in my huge ivory tower,
forged by my strong will,
unconcered by the ruckus of the real world
and the entirety of the absurb material phenomena

if there was a supreme existance
you'll call by the name of God
it would have been me

but on a certain day,
my beloved ideals were beaten
by the temptation of the flesh
leaving me with only despair

now, I will now disappear
into the crowd as a mere human
and die along with this shameful fact
farewell...
farewell and goodbye, my Eden...

-adapted from The World God Only Knows (chapter 86)