I pine for the power,
praying despite disbelief.
An atheist temperament,
unjustly repositioned.
Please! I beg,
borrowing strength.
No shadow cast,
dirges celebrate,
love in twos.
Mourning but brief,
no man denies,
these elegies' swift escape.
No waste of joy can be,
more inside,
a softer noise rises.
Solace they offer,
new peace prompts the march.
This bends festive,
their powerful invocation,
no matter the outcome.
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