branded

The worst thing
To see
Is man, woman
Who runs
From Me.
The destiny
I reveal,
The good work
By you
By Me
Created to do
Once ignored
Follows you,
Runs after,
Exacts tribute,
Takes its toll
On who
In this atmosphere
Draws to
Themself
Destiny that,
Irrevocably,
Seeks its own
Like water
Irrepressibly
Finding the
Level it which
Was designed
To be.
Your work
Is a living thing,
Peculiar to
Only one,
It will be
Un or doing,
Fulfilled either
Way.
Sampson
Accomplished
On that day
The good work
For which
He was made;
Either way.