I am a wanted man.
With no blood on my hand.
No longer running from my past.
I know feast even as I fast.
Going forward with God speed.
I have everything that I truly need.
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Author:
Andrew Deaton (
Offline) - Published: October 12th, 2025 12:10
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Comments1
Clever with nice rhyme this poem is a religious proclamation of faith. Nicely done
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