When a Pagan's Heart Breaks
First time It broke
Thick
Next break
Sharp
Each error, each memory, each risk
The pieces get smaller
Feeling less as each One floats away
I offer up thanks and praise
Aphrodite
I beg for mercy, plead for pity
Son of Chaos
Hold off the bitterness of the Crone
Hold time in the Mother's embrace
Hold onto the memory of the Maiden.
Bring back Aesculapius to heal It
These words my offering
Because without It
The Muses won't even have domain
Thick
Next break
Sharp
Each error, each memory, each risk
The pieces get smaller
Feeling less as each One floats away
I offer up thanks and praise
Aphrodite
I beg for mercy, plead for pity
Son of Chaos
Hold off the bitterness of the Crone
Hold time in the Mother's embrace
Hold onto the memory of the Maiden.
Bring back Aesculapius to heal It
These words my offering
Because without It
The Muses won't even have domain
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