Bestow upon me thy wings,

So that I may fly, soar, crash, burn, rise

covered in blood and feathers

forever keeping in mind that I have left you behind,

as I erupt into a tracne where there are no regret

I vanquish the terror that was locked in my mind

the fear my heart sometimes questions me,


this world I see is the person that I want to be,

bare and belligerent, feebly and small

course at the edges

yet serene

Bestow upon me thy eyes,

so that I may be blinded by fate, mercy, grace

conceived of sight,

little more than thy height

a vessl with assumed abillity of flight


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