this one i wrote my senior year of high school....
As in our evils, wherefore we stand unguided
to be to the other, a cause of misery.
And with that tremulous desire, our lust reminded
from that from which we fear for most
Let us make short then, this refute
But all corrupt - both mind and will shall
endlessly dispute
But faith comes not at call, not bound
nor with the echo from which soon learned
But simply to answer, and resound
amidst the proud fraud of a lover's words.
Mangled now, a founded belief, unmoved
where to not believe would simply be
vanity removed.
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