"I am a fup
through and through
but it is my fups
that keep me true."
Blood is pumping
Head is thumping
Hearts aches in the chest
Freedom seems assured
Your kingdom is at rest
But fired up we stand
With unholy breath
Seeking to heal the land
When all we see is death
With lungs now straining
May hope not be bereft
It's no time for complaining
He puts us to the test.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Must plead my slowness and ignorance as to what a fup is. Well written
F'up
Got ya. never seen it that way before.
Me neither!
I didn't want to get fido worked up.
Very clever
Valiantstar, this carries both humility and resolve. It acknowledges our flaws without surrendering to them, then turns toward perseverance and hope in the face of hardship. That balance made for a meaningful read. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
A fup it is, and a most impressive one dear 2781!
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