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My Son, rage no more for naught

 
titillate the scorn, you're at war with yourself my son
inside the pain I scry, times three it will be done upon your head
don't disturb the waters, they are as preordained to flow as such
it is filthy to treat me this way

I lay me down to sleep
I am no mortal you can cheat
I seek a higher vision for you
exalt yourself, I never wished to rule
and if you refer to your Father, your brother

your offset?

no a means to an ends
blue blooded royalty
what are we if not truth?

seek me in the higher realms
I chose the place I now dwell
it hurts the mortality of it
I chose to die human
I will rise another day

I will see you on the other side
do no harm, there will be no damage




Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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