be not afraid to stand out, and, when you can't walk, to crawl,
the world may scowl upon you for your youth
a betterment of self and still a betterment of all,
they need no teacher, who have been anointed with the truth.
obedience the truest sign of the purest form of love,
we search for truth, we do not want - we long;
you can overcome the one that we've been so warned of,
you're written to so soon because your youth has made you strong.
the man who speaks of sacrifice knows nothing of the cost
of an ink quill dipped in blood to sign the deed.
you claim to know of love but spurn your brother, child - you're lost.
no one who has not holiness can try to take the lead.
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