The encroching darkness plagues our hearts with fear,
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Yet not our stained souls.
Our precious gift of god has retreated,
Is this our punishment?
You gave us life, you gave us joy.
You gave us pain, and sorrow.
You gave us all, yet you we rejected.
You died for us, yet we spit on your grave.
Your stone has rolled away,
Rolled into our path, onto our backs.
These rules of ten, we forsake.
These joys in your hand, slap away.
We embrace the wretched prince.
Benieth the blackened wing we sleep.
Chill we've traded for constant steam.
No remorse, nor fear nor chear.
Acceptance is now our way.
As in the prince's shelter, we hapily char.
To live ones life free from the constraints of judgement is truely bliss.