Scorn not eternity as a monotonous strumming of harps Or an austere chorus endlessly bending the knee. Cast it not aside in favor of a riotous and rowdy hell, Where the mischievous dance in an endless Halloween night. For hell will forever be shrinking with self-absorbed repetition, While Heaven swells with the god-me…
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