Faith it is fickle and like a swinging door,
What have we got, when faith is no more,
An inpenetrable black, a cloud of deceit,
Lacking of God where is the retreat,
A flickering light switch, and a band on the door,
Is there a heaven when faith is no more?
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I would like to translate this poem
i too question my faith at times. good poem! 10+++