Of Sorts
Of sorts
I'm a person of sorts
With no tether
To chamber with face
In this cistern
This one I've worn thin
I'm faithless
A shadow-lacking wraith
I'm not of god
I'm not his half-alive
The core
I'm a bastard to the core
I'm mis-born
A vile, imperfect blade
I'm not of god
I'm not his half-alive
Autor(es): Hymnal Moths
