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Poetic Justice
I hold no grudge nor bear no ill
against life's knocks and batters,
It's just life's way of mending souls
and balance that which matters.
Each soul begins its life anew
with neither plus nor less .
It wends its way to meet that final
verdict... no or yes.
For every evil thing we do
comes back to us in spades.
It's called, "poetic justice,"
and its purge makes evil fade.
The scales of life tilt up or down
and in and out, like weavin',
The best a soul can hope for
is to end up breakin' even.
