Rip Luke

Luke was one of the good ones,
he wore his heart upon his sleeve, 

he was kind, selfless and giving, 
all behaviours he rarely received. 

time passing changed his vision,
and flipside his personality,

let down and with misgivings, 
anger fuelled hostility. 

all his decency went missing, 
all his grief was setting free. 

those liking forced to hate him, 
offers to help all ceased to be. 

He was selfless, kind and giving,
suicide his destiny. 

For the ending, I forgive him, 
the old days stay in my memory. 

RIP Luke, 
God saw your pain and said "Come to me", 
you're finally now free.

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