through the trees there's a burning church beside a lake of ice - thawing with the heat.
the flames lick the night.
as i'm drawn closer i start to hear a priest going down with his ship.
"please lord spare me. please lord prepare me.
i've been a servant all my life - slept lonely every night just to serve you -
now in my hour of need you leave me; doubting your compassion on my deathbed."
then he's silent - i'm thankful he's silent.
then the flames fade, then the night draws in.
then i kneel by the lake and wash my hands of this mess.
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