Every moment alone has a siren

That calls to the silence within,

Come leave what is precious enchantment, your soul.

Come run to unholy abandon.


Your Christ is a vision uncertain.

The senses are the only thing sure.

What world would enrich now your presence?

Which dream leave you orphaned and poor?


You know what is clear proper knowledge.

You’ve seen all the black and the white.

You have what you need and need dare not concede

To the testament of a flickering light.


Embrace what is clearly before you.

Bow down to that altar so bold.

Forget what you cannot approach without feeling

The magic of its wondrous hold.


The pain and the suffering will wait there

In the shadow of thousands of days

Where the present will beckon our homage

With the promise that our pleasure stays.


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