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A Night of
Fallen Nothingness
The
Altar stripped, the candles dark, the Cross
Concealed
behind a purple shroud, the sunMere slantings through an afternoon of grief
While all the world is emptied of all hope.
The dead remain, the failing light withdraws
As do the broken faithful, silently,
Into a night of fallen nothingness.
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