Oh, what to give to return to the key
of my soul, the creator of my time!
It was he who allowed all light to shine
yet playing fool I turn'd back to be free
of warm warmth- my psalmic purpose. As he
makes me of flesh and feather, I allign
against him to those who seek a false, "fine"
world sans him- a world that could never be.
"Rest." says he to the panging of my soul.
"Rest knowing you are what you are and more.
Despite back turn'd to darkness, dark had I
planned for you to be. Empty and yet whole
are you say I, master of might and lore."
"Rest with this: In your darkness my light lie."
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