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The birth of the may I
may I look past silence lost into regained decay
as the spawn which I had sired gain their fated legs
an abyss of unknown coiling round the core of my design
no lamentations yet for time creates new deeds
lost suffering and regained purity
my minute exactness replaced with manic dignity
sip on my falling grace
grow drunk and raise me high
as you soar and hold me nigh my slips are deemed no disgrace
and no trace of my former devil remains
as I've removed its face
and created a new more devilish mockery of myself
anew
reborn
unwhole
