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Eternal Self-Worth
Bind and curse me into the depths of darkness,
I'll carry lost light to forsee its truth.
Break all the fragile parts and undo all the goods whom weep;
weep for freedom.
For all the lures become the chilling echoes of attraction
and its soul confinement.
Tongues taste what once refreshed the goods from evils,
now left the need to feed for self-worth to become eternal.
I raise my skylit map amongst the parasitic shadows embodying their prey,
only to release chained curse buried beneath innocent hosts.
