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with such united as these

that gale hours twilight spent, in guilts eyes

with a casual reassurance only a mother can boast

with the domineering love and joy that only a mother can feel

what is this power that lays before my hands

that eats at sodden feet and drags bodies empty in enchantment and woe

that vomits in the black sky

its secrets exposed and as deaf as the sound of pain in a shodden mind

O power and grace

that i take from thee

that lead me in teh finest hour

abdandoning sensibility and lament that taps on faiths door

through wooden hands and worn souls

that the precipice of life alone

begins with the patience of death alone

but who is to know the secrets inside you

until they are so blinded by you that

thought and belief exist no more !

but are choked and overwhlemed by love and honor

power that is unmatched and heaven scorn to take such selfish tone

and break them evermore

and judge me valiant one,

with your justice, perfect as the somber sky can see

adorned with pigment through and through

that darken and fill with honey and rotten mushroom

across the floor and across my brain

and tonight will i not be the same

no, tonight i will not be the same

for things shall pass and others die and others born again

and i will pass on

i will die

and be yet born again