Saints to our sickness
Patient with our failures to a fault
Which a devil tries to sully
While an angel lifts the host of the sun
What can you do but come undone
Give up your gun and ghost
Surrender your barricades
Lift up your empty heart
If only for a second
Slip into the background of our lives
Into the shadows
Where the treasure waits
The gleaming faceOf the other
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