Graceful ascent

Reality over illusion,
Sadness, darkened doubt,
Truth stands over the city’s lie,
Because you graced me with truth,
And I remember every word you uttered
I now cling to your existence, your possibility, your reality
The purest daughter of the absent holy,
My sacred, sacred mourning,
Grace me with the truth of the city,
Grace me again.

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