i'm faith that's fallen hollow
and i'm hope you cannot have,
i'm difficult to swallow;
a cold and dirty bath.
i'm tales of subtle terror
and i'm lies in times of peace,
i'm disappointment's bearer;
formed of barbedwire and fleece.
i'm sorrow contradiction,
and i'm words you shouldn't say,
i'm narrow in dipiction,
i'm both predator and prey.
i'm ice in any season;
that sweet and sour gulp,
a s0ul thats tried for treason
and a fruit bereft of pulp.
-ardent
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