I look at thee with saddened eyes oft times. We are doomed at thine core. Whilst thou allow us at least a chance to please you, our Lord of Hosts? We have travailed through thy harsh penances; yet, thy still gives us pause.
Oh, Great One, we pray to thee for even more strength but it too lies in vain upon thy altar. Our spirits are weary and we have begun the broken stages of that same spirit. A spirit you righteously set upon each one of thy seeds soul; and verily I pray to thee, mercifully grant those seeds to grow in thine glorious garden once more?
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