Never believing in maybe,what-ifs,or possible opportunity;
Dwelling in a state of euphoric progression,which effortlessly consumes me.
Anchored in an abundance with overflow maintaining;
Covered in a centralized embrace one would call sustaining.
The mere existence of anything still couldn't replace this omnipotent stronghold;
Because the vision--Him dying on the cross for me;
Amongst all others has me sold.
The pen just had to testify!
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