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Aletheian Hope Prevails

reliance, empty but not without hope. I still remember the glory of the light; I know the power of the sun. Amidst the despair, hope will prevail, as

inflicted torture, the everlasting pain of revisited experiences of yesterday. Walking backwards through life ever dwelling on the uncontrollable. Perception of hope

(Righteousness exalts a nation, but sin is a disgrace to any people) Born dead in a dead world. Broken promises of flesh and spirit. Broken dreams of

Blood drips down the spine of the unknowing victim. Tongue like steel plunges deep into the spirit, piercing more than just feelings, severing the ties

contrast assaulting to the senses. Realization embrace. Realization distaste. As if black on black, overlooked radiance, piercingly pure, frighteningly painful. Bright ray of hope