Once, Christ Jesus broke
the darkness of the sky
and set the world ablaze—
torches multiplying fast,
spread out into the night.
When did the light go out?
The night winds must have blown,
like stalking, stealthy lies,
and slipped through cracks of doors
to take each candle’s glow,
one by one by one
until the light was gone.
The shadows took the world—
the churches, dim and dank,
the priestly robes, stained black,
all hope, the dirty rags
of man-made righteousness—
all worthless reverence.
Through dark cathedral halls
the hollow clang of coins
confessed the crimes to God—
the purchase of an empire
with the souls of common men
who never found the light.
Darkness tried to hold
its grip upon the world,
dowsing every flame
appearing, but forgot—
the wildest powers of night
cannot stop the light.
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