Meets an end; a befitting reply.
The endless cycle of divine justice
Inspiration, at times, does supply.
To love all, to not harbor hate
To not judge, yet support evenly
To cherish, and never to regret
Through this catharsis, I now pass.
We have loved profusely, and lost
And yet we must rise to love again.
Some will dither, for pain awaits
Through God's path, I now pass.
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