The gate is unlocked, the wall to dust falls.
The links of the chain clamor not down the halls.
The sterile give birth, the old become silk.
The hopeless are suckled with savory milk.
The Light of the Sun unimpeded displays
all who are smitten, and heals with its rays.
To each comes exemption like rain to the drought;
with godly abandon we all ought to shout.
Not just for the day or the week or the year
but beyond the forever with no thought of fear.
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