V. 2. / 159.) The Ice Age Melts

The ice age melts: the former things

Hold no more value: tides of men turn

And what was despised is glorious

And there it was, the beginning of Life

After the long dark night of the soul:

The severing of Holofernes’ head

Not any other is my enemy, I am my own

My head is crushed, my heel is bruised:

My knowledge gone my walk is crippled

Springs of ever-living love flow through

Where split in two Light passes through

And what was once impossible, is possible

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