An Autumn Love Cycle/Falling Gods

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Falling Gods
Confusion, desuetude and gloom,
 The travailing of sound,
Fell desolation in my soul,
 And agony profound;
The gods are falling heavily
 And for all time to be,
And never more my heart shall know
 A shrine to Deity!

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