filthy travels of faith

Knees weaken

Mind bruise by lies

Heart is scorn by fire of desire

Arms suffering from pain of pushing forth ward

Feet steadily slipping off the truth

But I still stand push forth down the path

My eyes filled with tears

But is see the light at the end of the tunnel

My back hurt from the idea of carrying my generation on my back

But yet I gain strength as I am reminded that on a few good man

Can fight the battle of faith

This poem is about: 
Me

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