David
The young boy stood like an unconquerable warrior
His body young, athletic, muscle well toned
My weapons are weak he spoke to God
Know the weakness of thy enemy no matter how
tall and strong, was the answer.
And the young boy aimed the sling straight between Giant’s eye
Out he went down and under
And David became king.
Yes he conquered his third eye which was his conscience.
Child asks.. so was the giant within?
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