Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Who would you be without your suffering?
Would you wear your scars like a crown?
Could you forget the fears around hovering?
Can you forgive yourself, or will you drown?
Are you but a meager vessel broken?
Are you already six feet in the ground?
Has the darkness its doubts been spoken?
Is it that by despair you’ve been found?
No, you are the strength which endures
You are the storied, a victor of fate
You shrug all yesterday’s myriad lures
You love others as yourself, cleansing hate
They took the wind from your billowed sails
They striped you with whips of leather and tongue
They accosted you with the worst of this world’s hells
They tied your noose; from the tree you were hung
But you are stronger than the tide
Your soul shines while flesh rends
For you are immortal inside
Your power, hope to us it lends