Lo there do I see my transgressions,
Lo there do I see my flaws,
Lo there do I see, laid before me,
The path ever that was.
Lo there for my hands,
Lo there for my body,
Lo there for my brother, my sister, my heart,
The Old Ways follow,
And forgive me, my art.
Excerpt from the Path of the Strain, by Robyn Veit
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