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Temptation A hand knocks at the door We listen A voice cries through the glass We turn An old friend has a request We decline What once thought good Dissolves to true form What once held true Darkly reveals The bright images slowly fade Then bleed and distort They become less than they were And then something else again From chaos comes form From despair, truth |