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The Very First Word

Through valleys of doubt and rifts of emotional flood One must pass to survive the only thing thicker than blood Breathing slow with a heart pounding fast Despite what you’d think it might just last Trudging through the undeterring slur that is life You must not wait upon the man with his hood and his scythe

Break free of those shackles in your mind as a haze And search new what was lost in anothers gaze I leave you now with the most ancient word ever spoken And a promise that has lately to often been broken ‘tis A curse sent from below or a blessing form up above The word that I speak of, is the oldest, ‘tis

Love