Gased in chambers I let no sound.
i arrive to disquiet gestures i vouch for no-
one, I also make no spirited triumphs of diety
Being in the state of minds i relate to the Sun and Moon
I let the the promise of guarantee foster my care
This is my religion: To let it be in a place of unapproachable light
I could though count, the sum of my fears, and
And recount them to Diety.
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