They say that God is clothed in white,
A throne of clouds, a robe of light.
The angels, too, in linen gleam,
Like snowflakes stepping through a dream.
The lamb is white, the dove is pale—
All heaven's cast in frost and veil.
And yet, beneath that sacred lore,
A darker thread runs through the floor.
They say the devil wears the night,
That...
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