HE ROSE

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He rose and stood to wash his face

A concrete though was poured in place

Hardened, heavy holding weight

Now is the time to pull the pin

It’s rather clear he couldn’t win

Conscious, craving commit the sin

So quick and easy unclench the fist

And boom and soon be instant mist

Deceased, departed demonic wish

That was then and this is now

He still exist no taken vow

Walking wonder, winning now

He seeks to put the pin in place

For those who think they’ve lost the race

Simple serene sweet embrace