Belief - Poem by Madrason writer
Oh God if I might fail
then God still you will bless
impress on me that snail
and snake me none the less.
All men ar weak
who do not seek
for, by steadily grounding house
from pain joy shall arouse.
Madrason 09 12 1993
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