Thou art more deadly and more subversive,
Shall I not see the light beyond darkness?
Withered blown out lonely petals is all I receive,
And subversive kills the unborn within starkness;

Sometimes the soul flames like an oil lamp,
And oft' the life dwells as hym'd;
And every human may behave like a lamb,
By the rhythm or the nature's way unseen'd;

But thy right subversive shall never fade,
Nor sink with evil shall thou stand;
Nor the days of death shall ever be laid,
When the soul glows bright to the end;

As long as humans can feel, or life that breathes,
As long as this life, which shall not freeze.

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