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Thefuedalsystem
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My faith is small and silent
Reality grasps my hand like a child
Torn within muffled violence
I lightly grasp what is rationally left
I sceptically analyse evidence
For something to believe
The many words of intelligence
Am I convinced or just deceived?
There may be historical supports
Now history is my concern
Beneath what science or the bible may distort,
Should I rely on all I learn?
So I kneel within the conflict
Innocent with decaying faith
And cry for a new idea
To follow and to chase
Reality grasps my hand like a child
Torn within muffled violence
I lightly grasp what is rationally left
I sceptically analyse evidence
For something to believe
The many words of intelligence
Am I convinced or just deceived?
There may be historical supports
Now history is my concern
Beneath what science or the bible may distort,
Should I rely on all I learn?
So I kneel within the conflict
Innocent with decaying faith
And cry for a new idea
To follow and to chase