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The sky was my home, my birthright, my light, Now I hold my own heart, a relic of night. This vessel is ash, this blood is a flood, Cast down from the grace I once understood. The crow pecks at the blue of my core, A secret I cannot protect anymore. Let him feast on the memories, drink of the fall, I am broken, I am earthbound, I am nothing at all. Blue is the blood that once flowed so true, Now cold as the stone and the dust and the dew. This hand is a tomb, this heart is a chain, A fallen angel, a martyr in pain.

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