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Mar 2023
What was the point of her belief
that everyone was good?
Evil killed her anyway.
Her faith drowned in her blood.

The benefit that she received
While living in that loft
Her days not filled with hatred hard
But only love so soft

That one small grace was given her-
To know that every man
Despite his most appalling sins
Has done the best he can.
Written by
Cliff Perkins
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