Hardship Is a Blessing Not a Curse
The Gods in the skies of the stars do
dwell and live.
They see our sad tears and
heartbreaks sown on cliffs.
Who truly does know their severe
regiment
Which makes this small race into
true supermen?
Hardships are blessings that excel
mankind.
Forged were not swords without the
forges' fire.
No boat was built without mighty
trees cut down.
No child was born without labour to
new life.
Won were not wars without our
soldiers shot down.
Why curse the Gods for their
greatest endowment
To mankind , his godhood through
the gates of hell?
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