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The Ridge
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2021-08-23
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It's been
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too long since I've haunted here,
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too long since the flood,
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too long since I've buried myself,
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cursing the hallowed sun.
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Another day,
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another pain,
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another reminder why I should restrain
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this desperate yearning to be at your side.
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I can't control myself, you insist,
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can't care for myself, can't abide
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by a single plea:
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*wait for me
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until the war is done.*
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But how can I stay inert at the sidelines?
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How can I watch, patient, as you struggle for life?
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I keep looking at your face.
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I keep looking into your eyes,
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into the depravity
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void of grace,
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the sweaty sleepless nights,
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the frights
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that dance between the stone space of your skull.
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Little said, but oft reply
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in hopes this boat crosses Imaginai,
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the fierce rivers, the gaudy veil
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that I would without a pause assail
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if it meant bringing closer by one more day
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Eris' death,
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the shatter of masks,
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our withdrawal for some time
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into this world I've somehow made
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without Seliph's curse,
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without my sacrifice.
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How many times have you asked
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what I would do once that day passed?
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How long 'til I set down
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this crown,
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bade job goodbye,
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convince parents and friends
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that, although I disappear,
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I'm off to a place where I'll be alright?
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Don't come looking for me,
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don't waste your "precious" fruitless time.
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Your daughter was a sinner,
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passionate, iniquitous,
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desiring, delirious, divine.
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It's been
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too long since I've haunted here,
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since I've had to justify
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my right
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to survive.
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**
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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