Revival
There was a hint
To the world of eclipsed means,
Means tied up by ropes prone to blasphemy
So we ignored it.
There is now a mystical
Image of hellish heaven
A heaven whose songs are the wrongs of
Hardened souls.
A closer look reveals
This holy essence of “Mortal Magnetism”
No wonder why we
Seek now, of all times
Revival!
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