Nestled in chaos I sit.
Hailed with storms of faces lit with the mark of ambivalence.
There, tempered in imported and exported trades, a quiet whisper.
What would you give to be here with me?
Stand exalted, the highest peaks overlooking your flocks.
In talks of hushed tones speaking loud alerting them to heavens beyond.
If you lose control, what are you but another lost sheep?
Nestled here in chaos, they saw me rotting, touched by the lowest hands higher than me watching over, waiting for heavens judgment they’d called down in conspiracy.
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