Look inwards soul, away from contempt.
Peace between the eyes strikes to the core.
This is the only truth:
All saints are sinners...
A spirit aged gracefully yet still alight with youthful spirit alive
trapped beneath a leather hide-a callous and muting disguise.
To the blind eye, time is linear and traced upon your face
-the map to hell and back again spelling out all past desperation and waste.
There has been no salvation in this place, but never a wasteful experienced hand.
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