by Francesca Thrash
5/27/99
He hung the moon and twinkling stars,
He lifted high the sun.
He was the bravest, most courageous,
The undefeated one.
His word was law and meant the world.
Before him all men knelt.
He was the wisest, high perfection.
That was how I felt.
But at every turn he turned his back,
His rejection was complete.
He is the cruelest, unforgiving,
Man you'll ever meet.
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