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Exposing essence to a corpse

A conflict that will not triumph

Breath is soul that wants to enter

Uplifting love not yet begun

A stringent culture that forbids

The sways of rapture fail to grip

The unconverted bids to mesh

But fails and falls right off the grid

And just when fate avows to seal

Religion rots and loses zeal

The budding lovers, young, anew

Mature and thrive to carry through