warped idol
A continuation is probably due, but for now just the first two verses
You, healer, heal thyself, be happy thus.
You, God, your own paradise become.
And as for me, I can't, alas,
Break silence, my words to which succumb.
You words, be happy to be free,
But don't forget, who uttered thee,
For when I scream, alone, in vain,
The echoes will remind me, that I'm sane.
thick lily