Hierophant by Oathbreaker
His old crock sinks into oblivion
No hallowing the body as a temple of his soul
Let well enough alone
Lining, defining, trying, desiring
But the trait of lacking restraint keeps him away from it
all
Infinite sphere with its surpassing center
He forswears this reign
Relinquishing his heart and soul in the loneliest
loneliness
Pain and joy, thought and sigh will pass again
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