i existed before existence knew what to do with me
2025-07-08
god needs the soul as much as the soul needs god
a chalice emptied to what was full
then caged in what they call a soul
shaped into a mortal pull
masked in myth and made a fool
knowing wonder had no vault
memory as his only fault
haunted by the beautiful
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