All things unknown to me, these things of Lenten Veiling.
I was not in a state of lament that he said that I would.
So
I came before the veil as I was, without veil, without faith.
Without my fear, within my lamenting spirit.
This seclusion becomes me.
Fear me not you foolish child of Adam.
I love gods, they showed us the way.
I love gods, they define me.
I love gods, they defy me.
See me as the sediment of thine everlasting wish.
But beware that these stars that I divine might be sanctified.
They must be devoured.
Ok, third one done. I'll challenge with the following title: In The Hillock's Embrace.
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