Rays of the under light shine upon the wanton darkness that needs of your trusting hands.
I cannot bear the gift that I have been bestowed.
The doors of this tomorrow find me so very disturbed now.
For I am without the cause of all my feelings.
The reason of all my givings.
Break my will, and let it be known.
I cannot hold it in within the stone floor of this cold desolated tower
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