Sacred souls divided by a kingdom left in heaven's wake,
Too easily confused by all these rules that seem to bend and break,
Shifting eagerly towards destitution, foraging what's left to take
Leave it all behind or fight for everything that's left at stake

I must forget to love you and toss aside the thought,
Of pressures lining up and brimming timbres leaving me so taut,
You can't be a giant if all the dwarves are standing tall,
Upon the shoulders, figureless, of despots waiting for your fall...