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I, the living creation of spirit

Yours to fondle and brutalize

Existing as a mere fraction of your complexity

Poor is the meaninglessness of my individuality

I thank you for sparing my flesh

And letting my spirit wander endlessly through vastness of our domain

Glory of our unity

Priceless is the gift of existence

Never to be yours to give or take

But sightless beings taught by lie and fear

Gladly what you ask shall immolate

I thank you for the air I breathe

The harvest I reaped from the seeds I'd sown

I thank you for the generosity for letting me have parts of what was whole mine before

Unity being division

Sharing what's not yours to share

Giving what I never felt the need for

Forced to accept for common wealth

I thank you for the air

I thank you for the breath

I thank you for the blood

I thank you for the death