This pain 'tis not finality,
I've faith I shall prevail,
For if 'twas sole option
could itself avail,
My overriding thought would be,
"This season 'tis not eternity."
My tomorrows are the reason,
I'm not ending in this season.
I've faith the devil's works
are all for naught,
For this hell shall pass,
so long as I do not.
a/n: Thank you to my muse:
a poem by justbreathe284
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