Through the slums of decadence,
You found me and shared the inheritance,
Granting your eternal strength when I was weak,
I thought I had it all at my peak,
Turned out I had naught when you revealed,
Stabs of treachery and scars you healed,
Thank you for the love you gave me,
Restoring my faith so I can see,
My world may not be a better place,
But know that I can seek solace in your saving grace.
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