You're OK now, you're on the right way
As I sit and write you this platonic lament
Where all of my choices have yet to be black or white, but gray
And you pray to your deities for my repent
So you wish upon me to sleep tight
And prosper with sweet dreams of ethereal tales of Grimms
All the while watching me destruct in your sight
So now go ahead and use me as your subject in one of your harmonious hymns
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