Got here on the merits
of my own talents,

One sip of the holy chalice
balanced my unbalanced malice.

Now gifted with the knowing
of everyone's coming and goings,
Cursed with eyes wide open.

Awoken to his cosmic cells,
On a course to become his future self, all from mastering words far too well. 

The Dawn swings in,
Church bells rings,
Heaven cheers for him
as he floats upon wind.
Look at him ascend
Twin angel wings,
Now attached to both his limbs.