Awoke
Warmth in his breath
Light in his eyes
The sun on his face
Born to die
On a cold, dark, and snowy day
A rebel without a cause
He was the cause of sorrow
To the people that knew him first
And the people he lay to rest
Looking deeper inside
He thought he knew himself
But he only knew his enemy
That put him to this suffering
Bury the road
He always knew
On those warm days
To fell the trees
Where the daylight kept him safe
Shown through
To cut the string
That held him high above
The white endless pit
The cold started the parade
Freezing him to pieces
He forgot in pride
Followed by the dark
His eyes scared
Hid in shame
The snow came
With the falling flakes
He fell to the desired end
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