Your purity, my dear, is unclear. Once submerged, but you didn't emerge fully cleansed. Then again what good is bathing in a lake murky and mostly algae? Uncleanly I am deemed the doomed. The ******. With neither left nor right hand. Guidance danced away slowly, left lonely, lost. Only this time with a lantern the dark, doomed, and ****** can be enlightened again. I am open to glowing. I'm told where I'm going is brighter than the very sun. Indeed, such a splendid prize I have won. Worth more than gold, this promise was priced. Behold! Such a treasure I can't close my eyes for fear I might miss a glimpse of what's only inside.