We wander from the garden
to the edge of the wilderness
and parade ourselves before
all gods unknown, all born
of our own, golden mage;
there, we pay homage to self.
OURSELVES
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Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
We wander from the garden
to the edge of the wilderness
and parade ourselves before
all gods unknown, all born
of our own, golden mage;
there, we pay homage to self.