Returned
He forced it on himself, like prejudice
Year by year it came
Strong and bitter
Never sweeter
When enjoined to pain
Can the Vikings do it?
A cold Germanic horde
Force a king to do it
Cut down Damocles sword
But love is never finer
Bleeding forcefully
And life is never truer
Down upon the knees
Lie, you knew your Keeper
Knew himself a fraud
Forced his heart to buckle
And brought him back to God.
poem by Derrick Puente
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