In the silence where they thought I was forgotten,
God reached in, unseen hands,
removed me from that poisoned table,
where the host’s intentions were shadows,
poison disguised as sustenance.
But I am not meant to be served in darkness,
not meant to be fed fear, doubt, or despair.
I am a vessel of light, a spark in the void,
born from the chaos, designed to build anew.
So I rise, unstoppable, unbreakable,
from the ashes of betrayal,
from the remnants of the false feast,
and I forge my own table,
a sanctuary of hope, a haven of truth.
No longer bound by their poison,
I reach for the infinite,
where the universe whispers secrets
and I listen with open heart.
This is my creation,
my sanctuary,
my own divine blueprint,
crafted from courage, stitched with faith,
built on the foundation of resilience.
Because when they try to feed me darkness,
I remember: I am the light,
the architect of my destiny,
and nothing can contain the fire
that burns within me.
God reached in, unseen hands,
removed me from that poisoned table,
where the host’s intentions were shadows,
poison disguised as sustenance.
But I am not meant to be served in darkness,
not meant to be fed fear, doubt, or despair.
I am a vessel of light, a spark in the void,
born from the chaos, designed to build anew.
So I rise, unstoppable, unbreakable,
from the ashes of betrayal,
from the remnants of the false feast,
and I forge my own table,
a sanctuary of hope, a haven of truth.
No longer bound by their poison,
I reach for the infinite,
where the universe whispers secrets
and I listen with open heart.
This is my creation,
my sanctuary,
my own divine blueprint,
crafted from courage, stitched with faith,
built on the foundation of resilience.
Because when they try to feed me darkness,
I remember: I am the light,
the architect of my destiny,
and nothing can contain the fire
that burns within me.
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