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Frailty Thy Name Is

Frailty, thy name is oft mistaken By those who seek triumph over weak Burning with hatred's lone desire To conquer the very mild and meek Yet Frailty knows strength resides inside Falling in tears from eyes filled with pain In suffering, strength does truly lie From this strength, Frailty derives its name One must carry the burdens of life Bearing painful scars upon one's soul For to feel the pain of your brother Instills the strength of both young and old Knowledge gained through the harshest of times Provides the deep well from which to draw Lending the stiff fortitude needed From Frailty's hidden depths, strength will claw Tis true that Frailty is redemption To feel, is what heart was meant to do Without Frailty, heaven disappears And Hell-fires, will only burn for you Frailty, thy name is oft mistaken By men blinded by the strength inside Claiming their superiority Seeing not past their own weak divide

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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