Blessed are the lost without their sight.
Blessed is the sorrow that kills the light.
Blessed are the fallen that escape their crimes.
Torn from the hands of fate and time.
Blessed are the plains that swallow the earth.
Blessed are the hollow that hide their worth.
Blessed are the fears that cloud the sky.
Storms are raging deep inside.
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