The stars themselves led me astray.
To their word, I obeyed.
If only fate should be so plain.
Saving that which causes pain.
Arrivals welcomed to abstain.
Deny the bane of evil.
Approach the sane and civil.
What are the weak and trivial?
Bring the holy doctrine.
Anoint your idol and redeemer.
Burn the holy spirit, and cast the city down.
The Stars themselves led me astray.
To which I begged for answers.
Looking upon the fortune told.
As a soul gets old, the burden shall remain.
The target was absorbed, through the never ending door.
Fondly looking back.
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