Understand my religion of triumph,
This way and that is the line in front;
An apology asserted, we are heinous sometimes,
Upon a time we asserted the truth,
And that truth promises everything.
Open the doors to faith, the door is wide,
For the seasons of four relax us
And better the prospects and success.
Often, some of us wonder and search
For the truth, yet truth comes knocking
On the door, with no guilt we let it in.
Comprehend the faith and know it,
So that further promise is asserted.
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