And after all, what is sin But giving evil a place to hide, Not felt without but within The sanctuary of the Guide,
The helper who comes in times of trial, Offering peace, sustaining Will Allowing not His souls to fail Or fall to voices demonic still
So prevalent in the earth Hoping to stall the sacred birth.
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