100 Signs of Faith
A quest, a search, a journey for what I abandoned
from the deluge of human apathy.
The light of Faith I had bred in me, was darkened
by the condition of man.
Or was that a bottle?
My search led me a’stumblin’, to a door of wood and brass,
as I raised my head, and my heart started to cry,
100 signs of Faith, flickered through their glass.
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