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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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