If one is in love with the lie, is there truth in it,
Or are habits so confirmed, as in holy writ
For the bodys motions always to resort to its temper
And the emotions song to be diagnosed with its distemper
As to always fall on one's knees in expectation
Of a cleansing revelation that will result in exculpation
Of the wrongs received and the sins expressed for the souls recuperation,
In affections healing and a loss of the bitterness of the conflagration lit
Beneath wife and child to stem the flowing of what godlike remembers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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