There is a way that seems right.
A sight that seems clear.
A fear that seems founded
And grounded in truth.
I fall for an unknown lie.
I try to live up to the mark.
The starkness of wrong overwhelms
And the helm cracks and breaks.
Freedom isn't without price.
But neither is the blood spilled,
The man killed,
The demons thrilled,
A second time.
The curtain was rent,
Bending salvation's plan
To stand between us and death,
Thus saith the Word of God.
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