THE LAW
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Out of the dark of a night of rain, Day has flowered to light again; And from the silence the ages long, Has come the joy of a wood-bird’s song. Broken souls in a barren vale, Created the need for a Holy Grail; And blasphemous sin painted for me, The pale, red bloom of the Judas tree. The costly price of hallowed tears Has sown the wastes through countless years; And over a crimson, riven sod Lies a clear, white road that leads to God.