.I awoke in the summer the sun struck the earth to furnish us with fire.
But jealous hands fashioned their cross to a sword, brandished their gift as a torch to burn the light.
To the dead we owe only the truth - the human condition.
Surveying the space between the nave I saw my own infernal.
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