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Chapter 41 - Hymn To Deliverance

Deliverance.

My brain is dithering, the dots my erratic thoughts.

To paint a picture of bitterness.

So deliverance, deliver us severance.

Cut away my timorous.

Cut away my ambivalence.

Cut away my rigorous ignorance.

I swear, I won't be like Icarus,

nor have indifference.

Deliverance, I understand it may be irreverence to be pleaded to by me.

But please, deliver me your sweet oblivion.

Deliverance.

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