he is alone..
his thoughts profusing with indefinite flowwith the thumping of his heart
electrical-like blood running through his veins
adrenaline as its fuel
flittering away foolishly
hush hush little child..
the night ought to dissipate
the madness to unleash
with a big heart, with a little voice
echoing in his mind
about to disobey the most High
shush little child..
and from above came
a thundering stimulus....
he felt the wave through his heartbeat
a command, an impulse
he knelt before the force, tensioned, undefined
he felt the positivity..its there..he felt it
His willpower little child..
the purity of Faith
is worth more than gold..
he was called and not just to believe..
now he has a place to belong..
hush hush little child..
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