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Venture

As i walk upon this empty road
Silent cries and shrieks unheard
Ironically echoed through this hollow path
Pleading for left-over mercy no one can grant

I care to continue through this obscure track
Hoping to find something that may fill the lack
A bright white light was seen above
A hand reaching out in the form of a dove

I extend my arm in hope of a greater life
And there you have it, eternal salvation is given to you my child

A collection of poems written by
aquintaine.

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