بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

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even if the world were ash, the sky falling from place, my mind would not budge, hope would not change. no force on this earth, to wrest my arrow from its string, so long as He is my anchor, so long as He is my every thing. no matter what mortal love exists, no matter if all once thought sweet, turns bitter before it reaches lips, the End i seek is an End for which all i give. it is no trade of virtue, no trade of some saint, just the bargain of one flawed, who will always be but slave. i am owned, always have i been, perhaps in returning to the Owner, i find His grace for all it is.