Paper boat caught in storm,
Aloof under someone's roof,
watching a passing crowd,
on the verge of collapse;
Horrors kept within walls,
unseen and unheard,
and a sinkhole makes you to drown,
like a whimper, faint and lost.
I met devil, and he said
'You were hurt covered in dirt,
ripped innocent robe all you had,
humiliated and defeated you came here'.
I said to God
'What I've done, why me'
Behold
'An angel I sent down for you,
from ashes you rise,
to endure and survive'.
Let's play the poker again,
with a coin on stake,
As you're living for nothing now,
I made the coin to disappear,
to harvest heaven:
The evil I met,
made me not to trust.
So, you choose to hunt,
something taken away from you,
and something beyond given to you—
We've seen the same hell,
where men eat flesh.
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We're from the same trench, where worms eat flesh a fantastic ending, a great poem.