from a misfortune of virtue

you bravely rescued me

nights of decadence and skin

replaced the goodness without end

the brightly kindled chalice

edges out the cross of gold

to my angels and my daemons

most forcefully do i hold

and as a headstrong runner

i blithely set the pace

from the life of holy relics

to unconsecrated bliss

your genteel tuition has

brought me this far astray

but i take the carriage reigns

to find my immortality

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