Soft Hearts and Hard Times

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It is not often that I let loose the reins of my mind

Rarer it is for me to digest adversity well

Do soft hearts and hard times leave one behind

Like the legends and myths of bygone days tell?

 

Achilles, the child of Iliad’s eternal strength and love

Was blessed with the Styx’s infinite splendour

 But his fatal flaw too transcended above

Past the façade and beyond the glamour

 

Can we really have it all in a constant duel

At war with the nature of human faith

And all the hatred we choose to fuel?

Only he who loveth really do knoweth

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