Call it the blue in roses
Call it human on the core of the earth
A new thing yet to happen
A blessed thing foreseen to bloom
That is what it is
An arrow to the right path
Break me if you must
Kill me if you must
But hold me dear when I've passed
A palace at the end of the road
Take my head if you must
Cut my limbs apart if you must
But keep my heart when I've passed
That is what it is
A crown to take
Once you've died and rise again
-Naytica-
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