SO, LIKE A MONK, A REVOLUTIONARY MONK, 

I TURN AWAY FROM PLEASURE, LOOK FOR PURPOSE. 

WHEN I LOOK BACK, I AM PLEASED TO SAY THAT I NEVER LOVED BUT TWO. 

ONE WAS WICKED, THE OTHER EVIL. 

I FOUND MEN ENVIOUS, 

WOMEN…SEARCHING, CLUTCHING PHANTOMS. 

 

SOMEWHERE THERE IS AN ISLAND WHERE 

THESE ENLARGING LUNGS CAN BREATHE A FREER AIR; 

WHERE I CAN FIGHT FOR GENERATIONS I WILL NEVER SEE, 

NEW FACES WITHOUT ENVY, 

NEW SOULS WITHOUT EGOTISM, 

OJALA! 

 

BUT, WHEN I THINK OF THE WOMEN YET UNLOVED, 

THE UNCAUGHT TROUT LYING READY IN THE RIVER, 

BRICK WALLS I HAVE NOT CLIMBED, 

ENEMIES I HAVE NOT HUNG, 

I CLING TO LIFE AND WELCOME EACH CRIPPLED BREATH 

THAT BRINGS ME CLOSER TO MY PURPOSE 

 

AND MY LITTLE ONES, 

MOTHERS OF A NEW RACE, 

WORLD-MIXED MEZCLADA, 

THE CHILDREN OF MANY PRINCES, 

MOTHERS OF THOSE WHO WILL GO TO THE NEW WORLDS 

WILL EXPLORE THE SUNLIT AND THE MOONLIT PLACES 

THESE WILL I BREATHE FOR, 

FOR THESE WILL WE GIVE THAT LAST GASP, 

MOUTH FILLED WITH SAND, 

OUR DYING HAND CLUTCHED AROUND THE THROAT OF EVIL. 

 

MY CHILDREN ARE THE DAUGHTERS OF MANY PRINCES. 

MOTHERS OF A NEW RACE, 

WORLD-MIXED MEZCLADA. 

MOTHERS OF A NEW RACE, 

OF THOSE WHO WILL SOAR INTO NEW AND BRIGHTER PLACES. 

STARSHINE PATHS WILL WELCOME THEM, 

MOONTONES WILL BATHE THEM IN INFINITE MELODY. 

AND EVEN DEATH WILL HIDE FROM THEM, WILL FALTER. 

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