And there in the depths of the hell of cynicism
The former idealist wondered, if the utopian heaven was but another illusion
Whether his mind now exposed to the morally reprehensible
Can ever find belief in the strength of a high moral position
Can a dirty cloth be truly cleaned,
A broken mirror be cleanly rejoined
Is darkness the eternal reality
Or but time's ephemeral triviality
Is there a dawn, is there light, is there God, is Bliss there?
And all a man requires is a leap of Faith to reach there?
The former idealist wondered, if the utopian heaven was but another illusion
Whether his mind now exposed to the morally reprehensible
Can ever find belief in the strength of a high moral position
Can a dirty cloth be truly cleaned,
A broken mirror be cleanly rejoined
Is darkness the eternal reality
Or but time's ephemeral triviality
Is there a dawn, is there light, is there God, is Bliss there?
And all a man requires is a leap of Faith to reach there?
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