(once, there were muses, singing freely;
now they are muted and i must strain to
hear them weep.)

(unfinished, imitative)
There was light in the darkness, the new Holy
Trinity, gathered in the shadows of
The cross.

By this Power are our doubts
Resolved, dissolved into so much singing alcohol in the
Blood as we sing our praises to the faith. This
New religion leaves no room for our old selves.