Don't
Ever stop
For one heartbeat
Your belief in you--
Cancel out that demon doubt
Or suffer an eternity of sorrow
Never really knowing the comfort of conviction
Flowing fiercely through your veins like the ichor
Of immortality, imbuing your heart with the rhythm of
Redemption. Far beyond elysian plains is the coldness of the
Mountains, and no amount of righteousness can help those condemned there
Insisting that the snow will soon be gone, for the crystal claw
That is winter shall firmly clutch their lost, forsaken souls with frigid finality.
Yea, though we long to belong, never forfeit that which makes you truly unique.
Are You Reading Me?
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