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Black and blue, beaten and sworn,
I find solace in a place so forlorn,
A chapel, built on faith,
I run from those I should hate.
Remon, hold me,
Tell me I am okay, that my burdens are lifted through faith,
Tell me I am strong, that I am gifted, loved and not lost,
Tell me I am brave, that pain and strife only exhaust,
I wished he were you, so I may bid them adieu,
Begin again, be someone new,
Rend my skin of it's black and blue hue.
Yet I come again, older and much wiser,
I ask you to hold me,
You seize me, claw me and pin me,
The composer of my pain,
And though I wished, I prayed and I cried,
I was but prey, seven years you hunted,
Haunted, words you whispered as you defiled me:
"Hush, my child, Ezra has found you wanting."
In the moon's twilight, my skin shines,
Black, blue and white,
You stole from me all that I had left to give,
I lied in the streets, damp rain poured,
I felt the cold's kiss, till I could take it no more,
I stood across the world, the sea before me,
The waves roared, beckoning, calling,
Sweet release, come, come.
Yet was there release in proving that I was nothing?
Was there contentment in believing that all I am is disgusting?
I am who I am, and I will be what I can be,
For the world would be lesser,
And I must make it greater,
Walk with me, friends,
Hear my hooves and see my antlers,
Call and I shall arrive,
Stand, share my light,
Bask in the glow of the morning,
All-bright in day or night,
For I am the White Stag, dawning in the City of Lights.
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