Where have all the faithful gone?
I miss their zealous spark;
I fear their Lord came in the night
And left me in the Dark.

I oft perceived the Light in me
And strove to leave my mark,
But all my efforts seemed in vain
And only fed the Dark.

If I could live my life again
On new paths I’d embark—
But now I’ll contemplate my fate
While weeping in the Dark.

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