Faith For All
From a far a dark cloud of ravens soars down, with each beak pointing to ground, heading Straight to the heart that it's craving.
Let alone, its pitch black out in the open terrain, but knees will bend and owls know this, and how long should one be blamed.
Enemies can all come at once while eyes wide shut, no fear or doubt, just a single sweet bell heard through the rough.
Alas alas comfort sets in ,and its from who, a book twas opened never to be closed nor from any humans hand.
So this diary is as the moon ,any and all can see but thus collecting more dust everyday ,this is what many young and old may say. Hello shy dove, please raise thy wings, take to new flights and soar to higher streams.
Fighting to win a war,though not a weapon needed ,you see this battle is won already just pick up and believe it.
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