But this empty hole;
Swallowing humanity alive
And leaving us in the dark,
Where shadows come to haunt us
With their ghoulish shapes
And devilish size.
Where is the light
That makes these shadows?
Their arms wouldn't reach
Desperately for all souls wandering;
As if they would not exist
But for the light.
In the dark
A silent spark
Kindled into a blaze.
Hope--unexplainable
Burns with unique chance fervor
Drawing souls toward the eternal light.
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