Hope
I hope you know I am gone.
I am immortal. Unsoiled.
Many feet have trodden on me yet,
I remain clean.
Hope is drenched in the darkest sweat.
Hope is immoral. Illustrious. (The greatest.)
Hope is the siren's call in the Midnight hour.
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