A man stood for what was right and did no wrong.
We killed him.
Many years later I see you.
something new
the joys of this world did not last,
instead I am here a fleeting wreck.
once again the man returns
I don't know his face
but he promises life.
I see my ruin and believe
there has to be more.
who is this man?
what right does he have
to say that he can offer me something more than I am?
the real question from a real human.
The world promises life and love.
But brings only death.
it keeps you tight wrapped in sastisfaction
but soon it will leave you balling in the wreck of what brought you satisfaction.
who are you to offer me satisfaction of all things?
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