"The Wicked Flee When None Pursueth, "
proverbs tells us so
The righteous stay in judgment's light,
to harvest what's been sown
Those prodigal delinquent souls,
that life has cast astray
Walk free the line tween right and wrong
—till fate will have its say
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2020)
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