This is a placeholder chapter and so I think I'll just post a piece of my recent poetry here till I replace it soon. Please be aware that I'm even more amature at poetry than at writing. My poetry also tends to be religious so if that bothers you it's probs not for you. Thanks any who still want to read.

Hope for the Hopeless:

When sight has failed and works be forgotten,

When evil reigns and tramples you often,

Thank God for this for it's in His good hand,

His promise is good we'll see His new land.

Hope springs eternal in humble of heart,

for we wish Him well when even apart.

We need not count in His Almighty host,

to fight for His name and prraise His good Ghost.

Hope does not rest in my human hand,

and it's not by works that I learn to stand.

I've seen not His face nor even his back,

be this His mercy I feel no great lack.

My hope eternal, in no flesh abode.

Comes not from knowing, in love it's bestowed.

Thanks all for reading my attempt at poetry. It'll be gone in a day or two. Thanks for supporting my writing! Have a blessed holidays.