Beings Of Light
When in the world and on par with it,
We extinguish the Good-fire already lit,
And enter a world of agonic darkness,
Where no path through life is writ.
We wander and go astray,
And the way remains forgotten,
And in the darkness, greeds that lay,
Turn the pure into rotten.
Appear, then, the Beings Of Light,
Lighten the path-unknown lying before,
And guide us, suffering from their miseries in spite,
And vanish, living in many a lore.
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