Despite the abyss yawning open
Yet there’s a presence about to happen.
Despite the ether of desolation
Yet you are my constant consolation.
Despite how I have despoiled your house
Yet you still delight in calling me spouse.
Despite what people call me, forsaken,
Yet I, inert, am about to awaken.
Despite the downturn at the big party
Yet I hope in the uplift of Mary.
Despite this being a desiccated time
Yet I know you can turn water to wine.
Despite life in the strangled empire
Yet you give me freedom to desire.
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