Fondle fire that burns in hand
Or smoke that engulf soul
Fondle mist that darkens eye
Or Ice that severe blood
There is call from mist
Aver light robe darkness
There loom presage in clouds ov'r
Aver luster mask of gloom
The devil snore deafens ransom pay
And savior stench stroll town thro'
Everyone with own burden err
None waiting other nor order
Deeds perched snare souls all
And beggars beneath ireful sun
In their robes, gold begging for rain
It winds up' melee authors us
Fondle fire born from within
And voices repentance ringing ear
To many souls twirling in anguish
Came era no tail pon deeds set dwell
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