O love of God who created the real world,
How cast the value which costs struggles to be bold;
O love of things possessed by man without a trace,
How cast the new lessons consumed without a Grace.
O fountain of youth which bears wicked and weakness,
How worthy of stuffs ate by ego’s eagerness;
O fountain of middle aged which strives for the best,
How worthy of things yield within a greater test.
O mighty sense of grave incidence of nowhere,
How fear fought against the barriers of ev’rywhere;
O mighty contact of conscience within our dyes,
How fear jugded us with mistakes through the people’s eyes.
O bless the bleed who needs to breathe empowerment,
How courage finds a way to manage improvement;
O bless the immune to heal the functional within;
How courage entrusts with the real spirit came in.
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