The song of myriads of birds, weaving and swirling amongst the leaves of the jungle – distant hopes, reminiscent memories, echoing in all corners of the jungle of my mind. The Fear prowls, stealthily, hunting for prey: Hopes, Ambitions, Happiness. A leap, a struggle, they are but mangled corpses: Disappointment, Failure, Emptiness.
Ziiip. Thud. Thrash.
True proof that Faith never misses, never blinks, never fails. The blood of Fear, emitting the putrid fragrance of Doubt, soaks into the soil. Salvation’s roots absorb all nutrients, soaring, growing, towering, majestic – bringing the jungle to height everlasting.
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