When Faith seduces--
We forsake our souls--
To listen to her beguiling whispers
Our brains-- buried in eternal oblivion--
Oh! She's such an enchantress--

The Prisoners-- in her "cave"--
Chained to the "shadow" of hope--
Our eyes locked in hers--
As she frees us to roam the world--

Some crave her whispers for eternity--
But some come out of deep slumber--
As an owl hoots at the mouth--
They forgo the endless pleasure--
Of her mystic body
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