When the Sun vanished, we ceased to die.
When the Moon shattered, we lost our names.
Perhaps you remember
O sinner, branded exile,
when we lost the war
when the darkness gripped our very hearts
and threatened to snuff our our flames
over and over and over and over and over again
each time succeeding, each time repeating.
For the first time in centuries
the rattling chains of death’s door
ringing in our ears
and our hearts.
O child, misguided soul
how could you know our fear
how could you lose when you never had
the sweet ichor
of self-importance.
You did not choose to be born into this world
You did not choose the circumstances of your birth
Yet here you stand, marked for death
a thousand deaths
for a thousand lives.
O sinner, link your hands
and embrace your fate.
Lead us to the promised land.
This piece is dedicated to Bluejay, who was gracious enough to support me on Patreon!
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