Overwhelmed since birth, they said
He'd never live to share the sky
But reason, writing all along
He shared the sky and proved them wrong
And proved them wrong again
Spinning helpless on tangled thread,
With eyes engaged and broken wing
He never meant to do them harm
He cracked the sky that kept them warm
As true as a lie
As real as surreal can get
As sharp as the eagles’ eye
…As quick as the untimely
No need to remind me
Death, no longer prison
Arms, no longer warm
Appearing through stained, shattered glass
With lips as red as ruby stones
He bled, forgiveness, through his hands.
Staggering, though still he stands
And meets in their misfortune
Overcome, he took each blow
Delivered by that gentile tribe
His death was swift, no cries implored
His legend now, his last reward
As true as a lie
As real as surreal can get
As sharp as the eagles’ eye
…As quick as the untimely
No need to remind me
Death, no longer prison
Arms, no longer warm
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