The Faithful Never Fall
When did the ideology of maturing,
translate to petty recklessness?
Innocence; once viewed as a gift
hoped to be retained indefinitely;
now, is vilitionally discarded
amongst the rubbish of the world.
May you clench your standards
and raise them high.
They will soar as a forgotten flag.
in the midsst of a storm.
A corrupt mind; ignorant to mortality,
May ridicule the purity of a soul.
Will the endeavors of persucution cease?
What conciousness would irrupt
a boasting of personal transgressions?
Mockery; a fool's passageway to recovery.
Will they remain absent
from the vital realization?
The faithful never fall to their temptation.
Every day, hour, minute, second,
I strive to stay faithful.
If only everyone could aspire
to reach the higher pursuit
in which theyre oblivion
blinds their highest potential.
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