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Bridges I’ve built were not meant for the flame, I sought to heal what I could not name. But a Bridge to a shadow is a path to the floor, I'll never be the living who begs evermore. For mending the shards is a fool's errand now. I offered the truth, not the penitent's mow. If I need to burn myself, to give light in the dark, Then I'll be the Master who fanned every spark. Pleading to be resurrected is a ghost’s dying breath, I’ll not seek a pardon for escaping this death. If living means hiding, then poison the well, I’d rather be a villain, from the heaven I fell. Let my blood and ashes, Be the ink to my manifest. I hereby refuse to give in, I choose instead to sing a hymn.
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Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 12:04 AM UTC
A Hymn From The Dead
Bridges I’ve built were not meant for the flame, I sought to heal what I could not name. But a Bridge to a shadow is a path to the floor, I'll never be the living who begs evermore. For mending the shards is a fool's errand now. I offered the truth, not the penitent's mow. If I need to burn myself, to give light in the dark, Then I'll be the Master who fanned every spark. Pleading to be resurrected is a ghost’s dying breath, I’ll not seek a pardon for escaping this death. If living means hiding, then poison the well, I’d rather be a villain, from the heaven I fell. Let my blood and ashes, Be the ink to my manifest. I hereby refuse to give in, I choose instead to sing a hymn.
02-03-2026 Part III: The Archive of Sovereignty
meister-lendonshire
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Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 12:04 AM UTC
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