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By Havo(C)405

eye fell
eye'm born with blood ov a wounded mother for a crown
eye'm proud
eye am worn worm warm
in this land ov disfigured promises
eye'm found.
and when Abbadon is abandoned to thee firey saints
that call forth many many ov thee aching seeds from their sumptuous slumbers
and all their damaged deeds.
A forgotten star descends and will shine stoic from thee heavens
to guide them on their way
to crack open thee invisible seals
to (e)invoke another day ov winter
eye'm smote
eye'm pained as a jackle caught in a rusted huntress' dream.
eye'm caught-up
eye'm fed
eye am full on thee fat and thee grains
ov thee final harvest.
eye am fooled again.

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