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.:LOST MEN: Survival of The 'illest:.
Dear Child, remember this
From the upper hand springs the beastly man...
...the better man if you understand
Know that once I was alone in a desert
This desert was vast and so immense
and I was very lost
Weathered; parched & dry
Having only a survivor’s frown
I’d kill to be found
So then I prayed
When those feelings of being broken came
I said to the gods & myself
“I shall not be of those who die a death as if lame
So I will dream of being whole
Allowing might & faith
to take its toll”
and
then
I swayed
Lost and broken; yet in still
ready to kill
Life for me
hadn’t found its thrill
And I rocked
back & forth
Then I rocked to & fro
and then…seemingly out of nowhere
a stranger appears
Map in his hand and
me with my tears
Faith…
How it sets things aright
I hit that stranger
with all of my
might
Divine Intervention sending
someone
to kill
My praying
& swaying
Mapping sense
with each kill
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