Create for me oh God no label
I want for nothing.
Take away the glories of this world
So temporary they are no offering.
Ice that burns hotter than fire
A world too often mired
The same words pass me tired
Over and over I retire.
Yet I keep coming here a baby
New name, a mission hired.
Is it I who can't stop the thoughts or is my escape a liar?
Grant me no title so I may come back clean, a soul aspired.
See that my heart is lean, wrought with the darkness of the
divine.
I released myself from all my binds.
Now I wait for this body's time.
Absent a mind, a destiny to find.
The me that ever was,
The infinite who ever does.
A crown I must leave behind.
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