Yet another one.

Twisted and gnarled is the path that leads
Deep into the center of the forest;
Yet a light pierces through the tangled weeds
And into our lives, where it is harnessed.

Suddenly our trails are illuminated;
No longer do we feel a need to pray
Or move toward what we are told is fated,
Because now there exists no other way.

In such a way our faith can be blinding,
Obfuscating the truth as if it were lies.
Yet the path of life is truly winding,
And limiting oneself would be unwise.

It is easier to move when one can see
Nothing but what is in front of their eyes;
But we have many doors to try our keys,
From which a more lucid route may arise.

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In such a way our faith can be blinding,
Obfuscating the truth as if it were lies.
Yet the path of life is truly winding,
And limiting oneself would be unwise.

The 2nd line has 11 syllables, while every single other line has 10 (If I counted right). Except for that one, it was perfect .

I would get rid of "Obfuscating". It's a good word but it messes up the line. Good, though!

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"Life isn't about how hard you can hit;
it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward"
{[YT]} [|BEYBLOG|] (â—ŠSoG-My Bookâ—Š)/<DA>\

I broke the syllables in that line on purpose; I wanted it to stand out.

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