He talked about his faith, his very own belief,
as if it were infallible, all else would bring us grief.
Yet faith itself involves a risk, it simply is a hope
of what we wish would happen, though with failure we can't cope.
How can a hope be set in stone, unshakable it be
God sits in judgment on his throne and sees the misery.
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