A
light
Most bright
Shines upon a plague
Of men who fight
Trapped with no 2nd sight
They reach further away from right
They do not penetrate darkness
But through abstraction, dogma grow heartless
Our tale ends the distraction and artifice
For we draw into the light
The vampires no longer needed 3rd sight
Creatures burn who fight
The shining bright
To be most light,
Right
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