chain your soul to the chilly morning you shan't forget
to the whirling, and howling and tolling of ruined grace
in your head
to the soft and dangerous voice and pace
to the leaving you've learnt to never regret
stay untouched and unholy in hatred you are to face
from your brothers-in-God
fearless, featherless
who is He to damn the child He used to bless
fallen
© Copyright: Грэй Джей, 2019
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