The people were infected,   
   With planet playing Doom,   
   When soul, by truth protected   
   Appeared within the room.   
      
   From center of infection   
   Arose the sulfur fumes   
   That were the interaction   
   Of darkness and the room.   
      
   Some wondered whom to murder,   
   Others what to consume.   
   That seemed to be the order   
   When light came in the room.   
      
   It came like an eruption,   
   Volcano sending plumes -   
   An uncouth interruption   
   To business in the room.   
      
   It came like Holy Fire,   
   Dispelling all the gloom -   
   Mind, powered with desire,   
   Setting alight the room.   
      
   The fire reaching the clouds -   
   Like, for the bride, the groom -   
   Incinerated doubts   
   And darkness in the room.   
      
   Descartes, Hobbes, Aristotle,   
   Kant, Philo, Freud and Hume   
   Were quite completely totalled   
   When light came in the room.   
      
   "What was the consummation?"   
   "Well, what did you assume?"   
   Momentous conflagration   
   When light came in the room.   
      
   However dour the night is,   
   The beauty will resume   
   When in the midst of darkness   
   The sun enters the room.   
      
   And we of soul and matter   
   Will bring the world to bloom -   
   The cockroaches all scatter   
   When light is in the room.   
      
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   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)