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<title>the defile - Archive - MayVaneDay Studios</title>
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<b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b>
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<p><b>the defile</b></p>
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<p>published: 2-28-2019</p>
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<p> </p>
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<p>sanctification, that arcane set of rituals<br />
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the process of trusting oneself to a god<br />
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steeping in herbs and spring water<br />
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as if I were some kind of damn soup</p>
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<p>but what is the use of becoming divine<br />
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if all gods ever do is sleep?<br />
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lithe limbs sprawled over a throne of gold<br />
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free from earthly needs of upkeep</p>
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<p>an empty girl gets down on her knees and prays<br />
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while beneath her, the demons of her youth play<br />
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heavenly slumber to earthly drunken lumber<br />
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exalted eyes entreated, defiled eyes alive</p>
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<p>digging up the earth of my ancestors<br />
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and finding the vitality hidden within<br />
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a gift to my future self, gifted from days long since gone<br />
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a foreseer reaches a midnight hand through the chasms of time</p>
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