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Lumens
Irradiated in corner rooms; they talk in sun drenched whispers,
Neath the sullen pines they lurk among the void
Hope
Less
This varies, but they see the light shining down; touch forehead, look down.
Assuage the lot of them fears,
Pray
More
This varies, but they see the light of his crown; the absolute, the unknown
Who knows a lot of their fears,
Affliction
Lit fire burns those left behind.
Peace
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Tim B
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