THE BEST SIDE OF HOPE

Woe is me! For I have become as once the summer months fruit has long been collected, as in the event the grapes happen to be gleaned: there isn't a cluster to eat, no to start with-ripe fig that my soul desires. The godly has perished from the earth, and there's no 1 upright amongst mankind; all of them lie in look ahead to blood, and every hunts