Here it is again. The day when we are supposed to feel great pleasure in faith and people. The people who are supposed to offer us their greetings are more silent than the dead. The friends whom we thought were truly ours are submerged in the sins of this world.
They say a test is something that you overcome, but a curse is something that was destined to stay with you.
When will I find this peace I seek in faith?
-Sheis.
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You Who Knows Least
PoetryA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.
