I have a dream
I have a thought
of being on the ground
whilst
Among these ruins of the world
appears coming
Jesus
Christ
I have a pain
I have a grief
I am perhaps
for ever ill
I know Christ is just
a myth
And we are left
on own will
A snowstorm is wailing hard
and something in
my soul too
I would not see
a Jesus
Christ
but others may be
ever do
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