oh terrible instinct!
history twisted for fear's misuse
memory meanings abused, confused with the worst
out, damn'd spot! of past,
cast no more across this path your smoky shadow
linger no longer on the threshhold to the home
in which you never did belong
why must every spark of light considered
bring about the slitted eye and furrowed brow?
[..remembered..]
oh God, wipe it [all] away
your grace wipe it clean away
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