Tonight, he is lonely, lost, and broken
wandering wounded through this town of Lordes;
cynically, he wonders whether hope
is to be found right around this corner.
The last corner was merciless and cold -
the sneers and jeers of his demons made real
in the laughs and fears of kids and moms
dressed to the nines in their Sunday best.
Had he the change, he'd go buy a forty;
instead, he will sit here and hear the wind
whisper the words of a life he once knew,
pretending he left the collar at home.
When priests and prophets are left and ignored,
they walk with the wind in the town of Lordes.
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