There is a saint fallen from grace
That I know
The creator tried
To make it not so
The age matters not
From six to one hundred and six
And I feel sad
Because believers want
To believe with all their heart
That this can't be so
The spirit has infiltrated
The imps of child size with
Childlike qualities
Apparent innocence
Is under attack
Reasoning
With giants
When you feel like a midget
How do you win
How do you get ahead
Abandon the idea
Get away
For days too many to count
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