All your suffering was for you, no test of toughness
No need to prove that you knew, were clued in
But you must prove that you never colluded
A Bible so read it looks chewed, full of clues
What you get is what you can do, what your due
She descends in loving grace, clad in oceanblues
Light of such brightness that the blind are contused
The words obfuscated since Babylon no longer confused
Revealed, revealing what They sought to occlude.
Alchemisland 
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