I presumed,
I rule the universe,
Displaying nonchalant charisma,
Not trapped in some relics devout.

And I sailed,
With wings spread,
Beyond the oceans,
Over the horizon,
Conquering the tempest unfazed.

And that thought,
Was golden,
Like the glitter of burning novas,
Over the lit skies in the darkest of nights.

The faith is all I had,
Beyond the imposing constraints,
And I went blazing past,
Dissolving the impossible that the world said.

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