Internecine...
Explains in a word the path
We traverse.
Feeling sublime,
But moving in reverse...
Across time I spread this
Verse.
And while I prepare for the
Worst,
I know God hears my pleas:
His Grace and Mercy never flees.
Adversity...
We conquer.
When all the rest lay supine,
I write my verses, feeling sublime.
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