Seek not your share of bodily despair,
For when perfected does it not always repair,
To reside in your fractured heart,
To languish and pant before it will silently depart.
But the pain of Hungary sin,
When freely offered within,
Can only willingly succeed,
When we turn in prayer to HIM that each of us eternally needs.
Do you know that in each discarded life each of us one day
Must journey: be they fools, atheists, apologists, or those of another way,
Then life’s ending pilgrimage for them will cease.
Alone in the realms of pure despair,
Then will they lament that lasting pain of total despair!
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