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Could I ever put my trust in one I can’t see?

Hope for the truth of some old tales – That’s not for me!

I am one that can’t believe in anyone:

Not yours, truly, self-sufficient, Athean!

Your voice gives me shivers of indifference –

my ignorance comes, at times, as such a bless.

And, as some may find beauty in your darkness,

I still fail to feel any warmth of your caress…

An arabesque of shadows draws your face on the ground,

They hear your voice in every sound;

But to me you’re just emptiness and silence –

A barren echo of a fading trance…

When your hand falls down upon them, they all give in…

All around me lives by rules I don’t believe in…

I am one that can’t believe in anyone:

Not yours, truly, self-sufficient, Athean!