As topiary prest in terrain
Sways to opposes of the environs;
To incredulities of existence
to sundry illusions of sooth in vain,
to rectify affronts on occasions,
Inutility ceaselessly I sense.
Can't task to fill role of Superwoman,
to palliate angsts of world's inflictions,
Lest I stand firm in my faith for certain.
And trust the virtue of humanity once~
enact divine.
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