sinners? Or just to assuage we’re worshipping the powerful? Or to satiate our ulterior motives we stand indifferent, secluded from oppressions in front of our eyes? Sliding his phone inside his pocket, he looked at sky and murmured,

“I go in the rain, and, more than needs,

A rope cuts both my wrists behind;

And I think by the feel, my forehead bleeds,

For they fling, whoever has a mind,

Stones at me for my year’s misdeeds.

Thus I entered and thus I go!

In triumphs, people have dropped down dead.

Paid by the world, what dost thou owe,

Me?---God might question; now instead,

‘Tis God shall repay: I am safer so.”

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