Vested Be These Seeds No Less

Frozen be the light therein
And this is where it all begins
Among the crowded streets to my dismay
One fools gesture, but to what array

To feel the pulse depart from me
Stifle now that thou have stabbed at me
Flee not, unless ye are of favour
For I am not your humble savior

No hand, shall I hold in malice
Drink the blood from my chalice
Purity is hard the find
Bored beneath the light divine

No two wrongs shall make a right
Set forth on this sacred night
For I have felt the quest within my heart
And felt the tears, where tears depart

Nothing leaves, so nothing lives
But there is hope that one forgives
Vested be these seeds no less
One noble deed that I have quest

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