I treated people like gold


and now the dross piles up in the heart

I can't wait to die


so I can look back over the lifetimes

that led to this incarnation


so I can see for myself and recall

what I did to deserved this ungodly sojourn


there's the alchemical gold

seeing the destruction I had to endure


so I could be what I was supposed to be


(which I'll never know as long as I'm in

this unholy lifetime's skin...)




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