All curses lifted, all statements withdrawn
I shed my skin, I repent all my flaws
I'll murder the past with a ravenous stab
while picking the scabs from a lifetime of sin
bestow me the blessing of feeling content
so sick of the pain and the spleen that I vent
ripe to recede from this blasphemous creed
pledging allegiance again and again

Leaving past aspirations behind, seeking guidance from afar
be it the eye of Oden, or some random star

I sought pleasures in the darkest of nights
setting ashore on unhallowed land
as the putrid stench of sin soiled my virtuous skin
the claws of misconduct, all illusions fucked
I lost my soul right there…

But even when the demons ripped through my chest
and devoured the very essence of my heart
in the haze of those profane storms
I held on to the guiding star

I stick to the enterprise
hoping it will be to some avail
as I silently dispatch the bodkin
while setting sail for stranger grails

I will reconnect with the tide
to recount and rename
granting me the fluency of poets
to finally serenade the burning flame

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