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In grieving lies the gift of the supreme

Fortune cries in a sacred tongue

Born of obsessive flaw

To this god

Your false god

Spirit drained of means

Endowed

I've been cleansed of you

Seed of splendor

Torn

Legions from wasted faith

Gone

Thrall

Untie our fate

Austere

Dormant intrigue

Moribund

In woven deceit

Undone

Freed from a lucid dream

Rage of the sea in my grasp

Cleansed by truth

Solved in time