Divine Chorus Poem by Will Althen
Divine Chorus
What leads to my anguish?
Sung the herald from the chains.
Is it my actions which lead to my pains?
No says the hero hung high,
It is the people around us that make us cry.
What blasphemy says the prophet,
Burning in his pit.
It is our gifts we are born with,
That leads to this.
You all are like children,
Laughed the reaper above.
It is but your fate which leads to the mud.
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