The Holy Man grew irreconcilable doubts,
Faith used to be his gauntlet,
and everything he touched shone white.
but now he travels a wayward path,
does not beautify the world, and
God can not, will not give him beauty
not him who basked in shadow
to grow evil wings
and fall out of love with heaven.
His heart dried to dust--his soul forever dusk...
Faith used to be his gauntlet,
and everything he touched shone white.
but now he travels a wayward path,
does not beautify the world, and
God can not, will not give him beauty
not him who basked in shadow
to grow evil wings
and fall out of love with heaven.
His heart dried to dust--his soul forever dusk...
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