I must now tell you a lore of an ancient light,
Written not in words that would wound back of your mind,
But jotted in between my revelations,
Of timelessness in this life,
For the stage is set and in this ache, all of my heaviness lies,
He the one who was not a lie,
But a naked truth clothed in his own pride,
And to whom I was born in this dimension to seek and find.
Whose redemption lied in the every arduous descent,
While I still had courage left to fly,
Who claimed that I was the ruby in river,
When the skin that covers the soul of mine,
Could have reflected back only the blend of all the lights,
That lied in his salvation while he took his final flight.
I might not have known the taste of the wounds,
From his definition of life but,

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