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Moved to vision

Vision carves the guilt

Cutting through agate, drawn from a blackening hilt

Fear through grief

Bound the knot in the line

Victims of closed Astral projection

How did it feel, the path of rejection?

Write it, how did it feel?

Will you allow guilt and shame to swallow you

Can you raise your sword and kill a piece of yourself, cleanly enough to march forward

Your sword found the line

Lifting a curse

While you hemorrhage

Crying in pain

No one calls for you

“I can’t give up, I can’t escape this place”

“You are forgiven, there would be death and joy all the same”

So you stand up, scrypt all around you, in searing pain

Walking through mirrors

Killing your image

The shield falls beside you

Approaching your birth

Path of grief

Crawling

At your own feet

Speaking to no one

Walking the

Path of grief

The text from this point on was too faded to read. The brushstrokes become illegible, dwindling as the scrypt withers into nothingness…