Damn the chains that bind
the hounds that chase
and the fangs that bite

Curse the vines that choke
the thorns that prick
and bugs that sting

Foresake the snake that hisses in ears
and corrupts hearts
foresake the Light which brings the darkness

but thank the sky and truly good men
for the stars that shine bright.

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