you call this your best
I feel sorry for the rest
of the blessed
now I'm sounding like a lier
for I don't tire
or care about my attire
I spend my time on the fire
burning in my cold soul
please help me see why I'm sane
and not scolded by your flames
I'm finally learning to breath
you can't take that away from me
now you will see that I'm not so conceded
I'm coming seated on a throne
cross it out with a son
now I'm here
and have come
to become
your world of grains
so vain
still worth every bit of my pain
for my beloved
you are quietly sung
in a hushed tone
sprung into action
by a vibrating string
stitching the fabric
in my time
I'll find the line
that stretches further than minds
can understand the open and closed possibilities
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