The cracked heart which bleeds shall soon bloom.
The weeping man who pleads shall soon smile.
And all the while,
I wish to the Heavens that
The prickling willow sways...
A things here lay
under one sky...
Master's hand release humbly,
if you please...
Stir my heart
With your great art.
Pierce this reality...
Magesty of the Mark.
The cracked heart which bleeds...
(I think this poem is supposed to be used for a story to, the way I used "Magesty of the Mark" in capital letters... I don't really remember though.)
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