The Evil Bone of Glory
Sorrow & shame has become an outfit
To his body and soul, tears as scars on his face
Hunger & tiredness are now the maker of his hours
Unhappiness lays in the heart of him, in a land that is full
Of bread & Honey, glory upon glory
Pain his guardian & companion, Fears are his siblings
Dry and Dryer is skin goes, he knows no joy, he hopes to
Continue with that pain when his cursed heart stop beating in agony, his believe was "if the maker of heaven & earth exist he
Should have felt the glory. And he died
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