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Apr 2016
No worst hast thou done,  
yet no worse than I...

Forsaken for mine sin, for which thither art many...

Cast off from thy valorous grace, for I am owed nothing but mine penance unto thee...

Thine smileth and favour I am yet to winneth again...

For thy divine light to breath life into thy soul...

For all that I has't done and the sins I am yet to commit...

Mercy beest upon me...

For I still carryeth the glimmer of thy fire in mine heart.
Kancer
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