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Amor Fati

Let the moon

explain the whore.

Let the sun

explain the gore.

Let the gods

explain the source.

Let them reveal

their true seal.

Amor Fati

Search but

for your fate

in life;

let it thus,

let it be

as was writ;

let it be

let it thus

be done.

You are home.

Several severed selves

slither like solemn silhouettes

from your bleak past

to haunt your every waking day.

My roots and yours

are one; the same.

We toss the same blame

back and forth and back again.

Our stale game.

You are home.

You are home.

Lived and died,

you survived.

Not alone,

not alone.

Moon and sun

welcome you,

open armed.

You survived,

you are home,

you are home.