I didn't know how to do right by you.
As you dug the answer beneath every one of my sins, virtues, and charms.

I am now standing amidst dusty dirt,
at this quarry of knowledge, as the vessel I had been made that which had then been unmade to self-standing me.

Unlike any other so close, even after a massacre of my being, I will teach you there's love in everything you know to hate,
and to forgive all you've learned to regret.
Slowly building testiment of integrity
in deadlands that could have once housed a castle.