The Holy Despot

I commit you to repose
In hands that once were deemed
From the kind Holy Despot
Once morning bade you rest

Then to His eyes was silence
The light had shone a pure
Path to follow recompense
Though it’s You we’re to adore

Not the brother here buried
The one of softened voice
Nor the lover life squandered
For him you have no choice

So upon your bed enshrined
The Despot’s word reveal
Beneath the divine fragrance
Bellies a harrowing squeel

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