The Painted glass shimmers in song
Shafts of light pierce the empty spirits sitting
Beneath a blazing eye, jealous and spiteful
A curse, A prayer, A calling of fear
Emerges like a cancerous bliss
rises like a mushroom cloud
Rain floats down from ebony eyes
pooling like blood in a wasteland
blinding bone-white
clean and full of grace
To drink the chalice of a sunset red
To be refined in rivers dirty and dark
Broken hands reap what holy flesh sowed
Treasure or trash or something unknown
Separate we search, united we find
Human and deaf and weary and blind
We go on because we must
This and this alone is life
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