Refrain of Pain

I
In your hour of need, you hurt when those whom you have helped, now go deathly still

II
Remember the psalms: "God is my portion;" and if God is not, you are on death row getting news, you just inherited 3 million dollars.
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February 2, 2022 at 9:28 AM
Hello Anil - What can be said for this other than money is nothing and is always evil. This is just my small opinion of course. You the author have the true meaning of your thoughts. Shalom and Namaste...
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