The Prodigal Son
A thousand words won't be enough.
A thousand letters fall short.
Bounded by the jaws of guilt
Bounded by the claws of repentance
I most atone for my sins.
I most clear this cub webbs in my cupboard.
So I write this letter.
So I send this message.
Of a repentant heart.
Of a repentant servant.
Having jollied with silken girls.
Having danced with fair maidens.
Having partied with so called friends .
Having partied with realistic frenemies.
Upon being blinded by fake gold
Upon being sold to bold pride.
I am left penniless like the nomad slaves.
I am left powerless like Babylon to persia.
Reason stroke like lightning.
Rather I perish in time, I better of a servant in my own father's house.
So I journeyed from Rome.
So I returned to the land of my birth.
I was shocked to have been missed.
I was shocked to have been exalted as a warrior from battle.
Thus this self-rejected stone became the chief corner stone
Thus,I am called "The Prodigal Son".
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