I wished for a name to call my own
I wished for a rock not heaven-thrown
In this place without and within
I would own myself, call home this skin
Subsist on burnt crow and broken bone
First fist struck in spite of bent-back crone
Solace for our sins, undevout
I would own myself, cut free from doubt
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