reveals the great religion of Hope, the fountain of faith,
rising from the ghetto of the reveling grip of death; hurt
yet not dismay for the indulge grace conquer the sting
and Fangs of burning flesh, you may
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yeah... so brave to post this poem... Sometimes i am a little bit shy to write and post these kind of poems but of course I should not be like that. It's a good thing that i can write and post with a greater amount of love and courage. I rated this one 10