From the Book of Outlines

I refute the idea of foreclosure.
I refute the idea of fates being sealed.
I refute the whips and stings of tribulation.
I refute the idea that reward will come
at some future, undetermined time.
I refute the veil of unworthiness
and those who would drop it on my head.
I refute the idea of disaster
surely waiting around every bend.
I refute every last chance, every now
or never, every cliff's edge.

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