Together we'll believe that your word is final-
One prophet, one disciple, in all, one.
With even occasional heretics, duly chastised,
I believe. Believe is the word-
My faith in a candle, shunning the shadow cast.
But that shadow must be me-
All that's left behind as you shine.
But just recall, there is no bitterer soul
Than one recent apostate-
And some sudden new sect springing
May take to nails with its complaints.
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