Hope
Hope is the worst of all evils, for it prolong the torment of all men.
Hope is the feathers the perches in the soul ans sings the song that never stops at all.
Yet out of Darkness hope remains, it is a fickle thing that touches the souls of all men good and evil alike.
Hope touches us all from kings and queens, from peasants to presidents to the common man so are we not all the same.
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