Sickness
running through my veins.
Intense
and
immoral.
Darkness within
creeping inside
through stolen paths
and
holes of weakness.
The light still shines
through
the mesh and webs
of consciousness.
Hope is inevitable
but to what degree to we push?
Love does not know hate.
Love does not give up.
It is not choosy
judgemental
or weak.
But,
can we choose when it ends?
Or in His name, do we continuously fight for
what's right? |
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