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these days I question more and more
        my faiths and what their purposed for
            while evil grows to breadths unseen
    beyond, it seems, where it has been

oh grant me sense and help me live
        with deep, dark things I can’t forgive
            those angers towards the culprits of
    coarse misdeeds done to those I love

hushed secrets banned from leaving lips
        that sink sweet souls and hearts like ships
            unblemished spirits stained and drowned
    by friends and folks with greed unbound

I’ve tried so hard through love to free
        those hates that seethe inside of me 
            but I’ve not now or e’er such sweep
    for sufferance that broad or deep

        so …

I’ll hand them up to grander strengths
        a Grace that knows no walls or lengths
            and pray that such is pardoned me …
    the wealth of wrongs … I’VE brought to be.

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