Constant repeat,
Ever dwindle.
A bitter flame
With which to kindle
Candles bright
With mortal glory.
Pride and lust;
The darkest story.
Passion labeled,
Love is lost,
The line too heavy
For to cross.
Consume us now:
A shadow's fire.
Brick and mortar
Sink to mire.
Flee we here
To shredded veil
And find a court
Of Godly tier.
Now there rest
Such men as we:
Who wandered bound,
Now walking free.
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