Without any other lead, there is no way to proceed. Stolen innocence, greatest misdeed, conscience ignored, hearts bleed.
Justice will surely forge a path, otherwise souls will continue in bloodbath, in misbegotten rugged raining wrath, all the while miscalculating life's vicious aftermath.
Layers of lies are soon peeled, from all those ugly lips which were sealed, despite minds not having been healed, Justice will surely forge a shield.
Just as sins shall be made known, Seeds of shame slither up from what is sown, Sad fruit shrivels and frowns at what has been grown, Wicked winds find pleasure in having come and blown.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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This hits hard! The truth has a way of surfacing, no matter how deeply it’s buried. Justice may take its time, but it never forgets.