To the darkness, I say,
do not be otherwise.
I will not blaspheme you.
I will not sell your soul.
Not to hope, or time.
I will not behold you
to love.
The world began in darkness
and rests in darkness:
everything your offspring.
To the darkness, I say,
what a mighty and heavy
cross you bear
to be mother to all things,
forsook and maligned
by your children.
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