Be the way I wish it,
Be the way it will always be.
We cannot help it, unable
To control the fate of the Mystic-she.
She will change around us.
None shall notice, all.
We are her puppets, her joy,
But nobody will see her fall.
Away from power, away from grace.
Her puppets are now their own.
Our own again.
But is it really freedom?
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