Day: Jun 15, 2020

Do not weep for the wounded

but look to the Wounder, how low he falls.

My brother who died at the feet of evil? Everyday his children rise stronger strong;

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but that one with hell as his mentor: weep for how he was low, so low.

My slain brother lives tall eachday, his children rise, watched by the heav’ns of his Maker.

The Wounded weep but they sleep sweet at night; ach! they weep yell at the hell in ones who steal the very thing that could’ve made their own children rise,

nah today I did not weep for my brother, but for humans who go low so low they must murder their own eternal life,

for these, weep.