Don't spread your mantle
Cloaking and curving
Preying my sloping age
I have resurrection writ
To my flaming pyre
Beyond thy axis of death
My witness stands invisible
To your naked eyes
To summon subpoena
I have never lost paradise
Beneath thy plasma of pain
Risen I stand
Don't pitch the ashes
Storming the crush, and
Battering my coast
My identity was born
Central to my core
Beyond thy axis of death!
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