It was with much joy that he opened his soul to one and all each of them brave timid old. They peered and they prod at its outlines and depths and oft at the sign of compassion he wept. For they were all giving and all needy too; to pierce at his shielding was all he could do; to pry at, keep open, the covers he'd made upon heart and gut-space where they'd too long stayed. Now he's got a gemstone set there in his core that's prepped ready willing to give out much more that can soak up energies dark dim or bright and keep out bad forces from morning to night. To find it he had to move through past regrets and let go of memories huddled and wet and step from the darkness that had kept him down to take up his terrible world-rending crown. In him burns a fire too black yet to see that smolders deep inside his tender belly that will set injustice and hatred ablaze and leave men who steal from us wary stunned dazed. The big fight is waiting before him somewhere but with his new powers he'll righteously stare straight back at the evils that now plague us all to render them helpless weak shaken and small. It's there in his sockets it's there on his chest and he does forthwith pledge to give life his best for all of the children and babies unborn he'll march on the citadel freed of his scorn but filled with conviction and justice and Light to all who hate Freedom a terrible sight.
© americanifesto / 場黑麥
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