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May 2015
Perhaps, it is only to survive
these treacherous days,
contorting, amid our delicate time.

To take what other form should we proceed,
suffering always,
while keeping meaning against this battle?

Carrying faith forever through crisis,
willingly alone,
until hatred reconciles with peace.

That Endurance shall be tested constant
with our undoing,
proving challenge to rest in our demise.

Survive, survive if living is
too great a task now,
tonight we’ll pray Hope gives birth to Mercy.
Everett V Minshall
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Everett V Minshall  22/M
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