Revenge is mine, saith the Lord.
Wrong has no might where assumptions lurk.
Today's act is tomorrow's reward.
Love, adventure, and newness reigned I arrived for laughter, not tears No camouflaged crime will remain Disguised, like aches and pain I bear Those permanent scars your hands served While your heart fluttered by your move Measured by undisciplined nerve Seemed you conceived burden you choose Black was not beautiful that night God of the invisible spoke Into existence, acts of might To show, t'was love that you provoked The innocence of a child lives In all of us, yet; we suffer New and old, for lack of knowledge A newborn lets us see clearer It doesn't matter who we see As friend, or lover, or masked foe The Source reveals all enemies In ways... you've never seen before. *
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