One must not abandon faith.
As I lay in my bed lit room I mutter to myself silently "Powerless I feel" But, compelled to thrive Maddened by intruders Yet mastered fitfully my role in life Formless doesn't exist in my vocabulary I will quench onto faith for evermore
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