Condemnation may arise,
Perdition may take place,
When nearly at the edge,
But have you the hope of continuity?
Have you the courage to stand it?
Have you the bravery to conquer the certainty?
Have you the strength to unshaken the trembling feet?
Have you a made-up mind to reach the platter of gold in conviviality
Or to return to where you started in pains and depravity?
The truth remains untied to the fact,
I have a mind made up to conquer all it takes to reach that promise land.
The land I had dreamt of from birth.
The land I have visualized without any vagueness of its picture.
The land from which I can derive all I had ever wanted at maximum.
From which generations will ever emanate and desire.
And sweet will it be from my generations unto their generations.
Because for real, it had been seen.
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