Ascension

Our worst afflictions, come from within

A mind diseased with what has been

Converted to a bloody shard

Of silk that scatters, torn and charred

Some will shrivel, lost behind

Falling to which darkness bind

Forget what demons’ words may say

We take to arms; we take the day

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