Lynched

Do not blind instilled faith;

None sublimit sign to call the days' restful eye to vindicating wraith,

fight 'till nothing stands to: save,

needn't be comatosely afraid –

Turn ensnaring mountains you strive to handfuls of salt lynched grain;

Resemble no more the weakling you pretended to play,

hours of years molded a mind crazed,

immortalized that naïve child who called out through torrential rain,

sheets colored; sputtered; drenched of innocent stains;

This – now: maturing towards atypical game....

One you aren't obligated a continuing exchange,

preserve what self-bits linger: disengage,

now that the lone monster lays sprawled amongst the deserved slain.

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