Corporeal form remains fettered
This body wanes yet Im content
For existance is tempered in strife
I strive to gain and remain
And in this I gain comfort
To say otherwise is death
To move mountains is in league
Yet what needs to move are the heavens
Far from what my flesh can achieve
But it is in hoping and wanting
That I gain foresight and strength
To say otherwise is death
But I remain cold and lone
Despite the conflagration that burns
Within misplaced wants and desires
In league to move heavens and hearts
Yet I feel mine is spent
To say otherwise is death
Like light refrains from what it casts
This form remains seperate from it's heart
For it is a weakness
when abused shatters the form within
And this form's missing piece lent
To say otherwise is death
But now my eyes are clear
For without weakness, one can feel
The truth that this form remains
Shunning the light for it's pain
And I still love, but the self in it spends
To say otherwise is death
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