Solomon sits as a sign of strength
Wisdom witnessing well
What to collide with prayers of day
To convey escape from hell
Darkness whispers
Susurrant lies
Swarms the fool
Who quickly dies
Bleak and vacant
Deceptions gold
To the untrained ears
Of the dark one's fold
Humble hands that crack and bleed
Seek the source of good good seed
That they might press into the soil
And have a right to the Master's oil
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