There is nothing like the smell,
One gets in the receiving of a recompense.
When freshly minted retribution,
Has ascended to clear the air.
From answered prayers being dispensed.
And the delivery of it received is unexpected,
By those held captive and made to feel frightened.
No matter how long it takes...
To remove what has polluted,
From the sky to brighten...
What had never been approved.
Until a doing done is accomplished.
With clouds disappearing to expose a Sun there,
To enlighten those unaware of the power of faith.
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