I pray my -half has my back.
I know she does, it is a fact.
I pray my child stays strong and bright.
I know he will, says so the gods of Health and Light.
I pray the monolith I face is destructible.
I know it is as still I am able.
I pray my tears whet my mind.
I know they will, I know as I am kind.
Let my joyous roar flood the skies, my Lord.
'Llow my brood triumph with Cup, Wand, Coin and Sword.
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