2 am Thoughts

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Faith is armoured, girt for war,
Certain of one creed, one law.
Hope stands naked- and unsure.

Faith seeks sinners to retrieve,
Flaying those that disbelieve.
Hope seems helpless- and naive.

yet the brightest steel may rust,
Faithless gods return to dust.
Hope outlives all things- in trust.

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