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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.