Those who walk in 'Faith'
Believe that it is
Only for those like them, a
Reliable fine
Tooth comb used to rid humanity "worldly" invention or concepts
They do not trust us When
We, decidedly not, Gentlemen
Enough, find that we can
Navigate without using their eyes to see—
Not faithless, But
Faithful in both Microscopes
AND the church- we don't follow just any charming voice
for we understand that even a snakes hiss can sound prudent
We don't lock ourselves In
We open our doors to sheep scorned by totalitarian wolves, an
Unmistakable light in shelters during an emergency.
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