The Task
Naught was stirring as I slumbered tight
A dream came over me as I woke with a fright
There stood a man dressed white as snow
His robes they were lit with an eerie glow
You can ask any question, so what will it be?
The answer will come from one greater than me
I simply asked; what would god have me do?
A voice from above thundered loud and true
Keep my commandments is all that I ask
The more time passes the more demanding the task
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