The weight beheld his shoulders slump,
The cries this world on him so dump,
Threats beseige his state that made,
His own lay wait with graveyard spade.
Prayers abound a'lofties roof,
His tears and toil in blood-sweat proof,
Strength beheld a'lonely road,
All against him and his firey sword.
To lay waste his life his enemies cry,
His own - forked tongue treachrously lie,
His...
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