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Faith is the one old-fashioned brand of crosses, stars and moons,
With sunken eyes and heavy maw that sucks you in for good
Though real Faith cannot be found in none of sacred rites
And not a piece of Faith is bound to words, as those are lies,
Still there is Faith yet to be found within those near by
So find the courage to confide and trust them with your life

Love often is confused with hungry, lustful beasts
That every day and bit by bit devour fidelity
And only in the ugly dark you'll learn the pure Love
Amongst the sharp teeth, fangs and claws that rip your flesh apart
And when the monsters slice away your skin and raging pride,
You'll see another starving heart separating wheat from chaff

Hope is a toxic, foul thing if kept inside for long
Without actions Hope is Death superior to all
But do not think too much of Hope, nor think too little as well
Hope is the oxygen of life, breathe out and then inhale
For otherwise you'll be deprived of aptitude for will
As Hope dissolves into despair with acid spite and fear


Have Faith in everything you do and trust your deeds to those
Whom you had found in the dark, who shared Love with you
And only when, with Love and Faith, you find the Hope to move
You'll handle all what is to come and find your long lost Home