One day I will find the island I was born to be king of
Population zero and not rising any time soon
Somewhere off the coast of somewhere unheard of
It waits for me
But I’m not ready
I lost my birthright as I tumbled down the hill of innocence
into the burning forest of deadly sins
For years I wandered around waiting until it felt like home
But the beauty of those flames decreased with each passing day
As my chest filled with smoke
I began to notice the blackened vines wrapped around my ankles
It’s amazing how quickly you can fall out of love when it tries to trap you
Strong attractor, terrible captor
Faces soon appeared between the charred trees
Their eyes reflecting the desperation in mine
We broke each others bonds and forged a path to the sea
Now we chase the moon across it
Dragging in or wake those whose lungs had been seared
by the inferno we had escaped
One day I will find the island I was born to be king of
But “I” is now “we”
And now that we have recognized the error of our ways
We can rule properly
That island will never know lust, wrath, envy, gluttony, pride, or greed
And will never claim a single sloth as its resident
It prosper eternally in endless progression
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