The invitation was your hand
Molding this mind, shaping these curves
Through fire and water I prevailed
Guided by the remembrance of your love
Recanting the former self of pomp and circumstance
Though ashen
I entered your harlequin halls
Fingertips brushing
The expectancy of your devotion
Yet
I was turned away
In disgrace and disbelief
By the stewards of your great fame
In this
State
Of humanity
"God looks down upon you"
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