The Framed 1’s Life

Dear Lord, accept this candle lit,
This soul and mind, spirit be fit
And enter your home, true divine,
To dine, face fate, with glorious wine!
I pray accept my humble gifts
Of works done, tears, and paeans swift;
I pray my life be melted wax
Than silenced by Air’s Karmic Tax.

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