I step outside of god’s guarded flock
And thru the rain call my own name
Riding the tide for several moments
The screaming songs of man fly by
Broken winged, but I taste them not
For I’m derived from fire and my
Wild flame burns still uncontained
I worship alone, where xanadu was born
Traveling, cloaked in the darkness
Unseen king disguised as a pawn
Crowned with toil and loving touch
Revealing my deep lambent light
Others gaze, feigning deep passion
I spit and follow the wandering sun
The sum of all days filling my soul
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