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August 9, 2004


The Dark


it is there

I can feel it

it clutches at me an incessant beast


striving all the more when weak

all more subtle when strong

it is no stranger to despair

but its source

seeking to devour

from within


there is no source for my disgrace

but I

who have within

my first father's sin


there is no source for my salvation

but He

in Whom alone

lies all my hope


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