Imagine being in a dark place
a thousand years of constant disgrace
an absorbed toxin may last an hour
granting its ephemeral power
but in this nightly solace you breed
there entails a sacrament you heed
a golden chalice of right and wrong
tormenting with an infinite song
a haunting presence you must ingest
to endow a heart such needed rest
and upon the waking hour you seek
the disease in question may seem bleak
though beyond guise of good and evil
I assure there will be upheaval
for inside the time of greatest need
there must be something that will precede
the brightest splinter of hidden grace
will finally show its truest face
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