As I journey through my years of age, all I see is confusion, and more. The subtleness of deception is becoming ever finer, and my senses struggle for what is true.
I can’t help but picture my life with no guide, no shepherded. For I would have fallen, and fallen further again. All praise is to the lord, most gracious, most merciful.
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