Infinite Faith
God, He picks me up when I am down. He's the almighty without a crown. When I find myself on the ground, never far behind me, he is found. Of all things given to me by lifes material things, no other as important as this magic being. For magic is not his greatest influence, but real faith and the acceptance of our pennance.
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