Virtues
I fight in the midst of fear , and gleams at the face of darkness itself near no return . But with my armor of virtue darkness shall not prevail . For the virtue of goodness shines brilliantly , Peirce's the endless void of darkness . Fear is voided in the virtue of wisdom's grasp , shaken to plain understanding . For in darknesses might where wrong is just , right is wrong no tear for fear of the righteous men . for the virtue of righteousness wields an unending resistance it will see it through . Truth many claim it but few no it . For in this void it is my comfort , friend indeed but those who hate it reject it accept darkness . For what is opposite of truth is lies , deception of the mind which leads to confuse , fear but truth keeps you sane . With my courage I charge with its virtue into the heart of darkness , fear for one persons state of mind reaches beyond them . One persons who fights with love not hate . For in the virtue of love all understanding is built . In the virtue of love reason is found . In the virtue of love we are released from chains of fear , hate , darkness is no more . Now we are free .
Copyright © James Grant | Year Posted 2016
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