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Resplendence asks to rise above the ashes And know that I am still. Though, when in beat, I knew it not, Lest glory be unveiled. I toil and I tarry: how, too, could I be freed? In service to these shackles, I offer rats and trees. (They smell not of the Victor, He brings meContinue reading “Resplendence”