The Light
A dark angel without wings
The trumpet call of light
surrounds the universe
God Almighty, is this light.
Strike a match in a dark room,
and you will see who scampers without choice
The light always wins but my mind is dark
The light does not have authority over it
We must invite the light in
The light forces no hand
Freedom comes at a price
A bloody tree is justice for our darkness
A gift that needs to be opened to make the blackness flee
The wisest of all have been confounded by this light
It has been in place since the beginning of time.
Opinion does not change truth, and a lit match,
will not change the course of time --
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