Born on this kingdom of dirt,
Whom is my mistress that I serve.
Under the father of light I have yearned,
Tears that dried up, so that a candle may burn.

I’ve watched everyone loved, slowly die.
They waged their war through coursing lies.
An infancy of truth curates my faith to try.

Absolving the promises I never kept.
Precarious nights of discomfoted rest,
The intruding...