The contrary pleasure of living
May be to your heartfelt content.
In God you're sur'ly believing?
Perceive thеn your God's intent.
He wants you to live in the mire,
Of lightest and darkest phantoms.
His clasp on your neck will not tire,
And you will be seeking new forms.
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