Hands of the Soul Architect Weave threads of flesh and silver, His work is never done I am still a work in progress Each stage he undertakes Is a part of myself I discover The quill in his hands Scribes me a new name in bold ink A new birth; a claiming of my self Demanding to be read and spoken I breathe it out, giving it life Giving me life The Architect knows its worth; It chooses its allies, …
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