Through the flow of time, rests a soul divine,
His tempered heart but broke,
His philosophy but woke.
Unto the charges of the most,
His embederment of man a toast.
He crawled on knees of hope,
And stood to reprimand,
The very earth on which we stand,
And rules that power, taught,
That logic versus love be ought,
The savior of the nooses rope,
Of humanities fleeting soul.
On his feet he further coped.
And spread the word, of love and peace,
And songs of birds,
As the waterfall flows, and sings its own.
And the valley beckons him to home.
Given him his very worth,
In his self made tomb
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: October 18th, 2025 05:23
- Category: Unclassified
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