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Spawn of Broken Faith
A thousand twisted dreams could spawn from this broken vessel of faith.
If this is his will,
I beg for it to no longer stain me.
I pray to a god that I will never know
To strip me of my flaws and false idols.
What a damned hell this world has become.
I cry to an eternally silent omnipotence to help me see.
I cannot help but to question this fate.
How can I give that which is nothing?
That which is all of me,
My faith.
