My Faith
My faith in all is so great,
to think of living with none would be a barren day.
I submit to it my whole
my mind body and soul
I fray but why its my choice they say,
but so strong it lays upon me the force of its weight.
My faith in you and in me,
I crawl on hands and knees to the feet of humanity.
Why I do is unclear and without question,
I accept my faith my needed possession
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