Suffering Silence Victoriously

What muse has altered your view of destiny?

In the dark of night, tyranny is set on perfect until it isn't.

When the winter comes while storms brew, where is that river of solitude that you run to?

In misery, we take our culture into ruin as love remains its overriding battle cry.

Thank God for Love!

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