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For every time you question me, a chink of armour.

you doubt my strength and I bring you my

Courage,you doubt my resilience and I stand again,

You attack my loyalty and I give you lives sustained,

you smite me with bureaucracy and I become a shield of humanity.

You talk as the voice of knowledge and yet my

Tongue in experience rebukes, you snap

At my heels with your ego and there is the face

Of community! and yet it is not to you that I answer! but

The voice and the spirit of conscience, that before death

Pays it's respects and in eternal slumber at my time, I will

Sleep well! For you have not the right!

For you are the frost that

bites humanity with your ignorance.

So bring your storms and bellow to the winds,for in my

World you are ash, blown into oblivion for in the eyes of

Humanity, you never were.

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