Loved and Hated
Those who love the badgered Greek,
His eternal comfort seek,
Had to him killers' plans leak
That they'd take him to some peak
And there his flesh pierce - A Beak,
The Torture to last a week
And leave him mortally weak...
Foes who claim he calls one "freak,"
Never saw in him The Meek,
Wonder why he's in their creek,
Think his voice a bad door's creak
And his breaths of spirits reek...
"They'll beat you too with a stick
Until your life stops to tick!"
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