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D
of the
HOLY HEART
It is the shallow answer To platitude’s empty laughter
Blind, unsupported faith
Means pretending fulfillment has come When everyone really feels alone
As they hide escalating nervousness Stuffed down inside their starched shirts
Faith that is blind
Is not kind
It asks of you a roulette roll of the dice A risk, a maybe, a foolishness
It asks a false pride
Yet, blind pride
Precedes all hard falls
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