That He must be dying
Almighty God Himself
Conveys it, what else could
But this darkness itself!
Veil of shame, for all of
Nature to hide behind.
That, too is self-evident.
Men who are so inclined
Know them for souled creatures
With a conscience made.
If not always, this hour.
With sun itself, dismayed.
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