I spend my days in service
To the one who gave me form
Until I drop away and drift
Colored twilight, subtle storm
Amassing light does not make me nervous
But I know that when I die
Strafed, collected, burned, my shift
Accrued, now I ask what am I?
Answer is located here
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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