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Poetry of faith and defeat |
| For all comes from nothing and into nothing comes all. Dark whispers move the darkness and in the darkness crawl. While evil feeds on goodness and breeds evil in turn, desire sets in motion the principles we learn. In losing faith, we, men, discover new beliefs; forging, to our upset, uncountable deceits. Who says we're all too proud or proud enough, at least? True faith is not about the worship of a priest. Reveal your sacred charm, oh, beauty of old times! I'd keep you from all harm if you'd forgive my crimes. Defeat is utter now and in dismay I'll cry if fate will thus allow our hopes to fade and die. |