All is Not Lost (contest Picking up the pieces – Robisms)
Thunder, pouring raincrippling pain; minds withering insane… As death walks slowlyor run down one became victim slain, lain on crowded lanes… Blood rising to blue skies where lives our Father of comfortignored despised when son gone rogueas manslayerslanderer–‘The father of the lie’ said: “You will not die.” But reversals will be done. Happiness won when … More All is Not Lost (contest Picking up the pieces – Robisms)

