Wisdom In Spades
A broken boy has risen a whole man
Some mistakenly say “tis a god’s plan”
Naught but ignorant and overzealous tripe
His brow furrowed, it is hand that will wipe
The beads of life renewed pouring forth
He, truly, knows what life is worth
Forget the ramblings to the ethereal abyss
One of the greatest faults is leeching our youth with myths
Steadfast with no way but forward going
He tarries forth, comfortable with knowing
Energy given is received as such,
Attraction, the law, of this, he knows much
Hitchhiker 
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