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Levity.
I am grace,
Born with wings to fly.
God’s grandeur calls to me like flame,
The paladin of the sky.
Callous,
Not here in this heart seen,
Boiling righteousness is idle,
In the heavens I am keened.
Purity?
No longer.
I was kindred once
No more.
Where heathens tread,
I’m encumbered dead,
For I’ve no will to fight the horde.
False,
Pretence,
On feather’s fall I’m guided.
With father’s call I’m divided,
Have I no choice?
No mandate of self?
Or am I given to life only to serve.
Cydney Oliver