Too much faith makes for too big a rush,
But doubt ruins all with a skeptical flush,
The more one waits, the more one hears,
Of anger, frustration and 5 more years,
The more one hears, the more one tries,
To stifle the fears and hold fast, otherwise,
That prejudice hailing from up and above,
Will shatter all faith and devour all love,
Again, too much faith makes for far too much haste,
But doubt, worst of all, makes all effort a waste.
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