3.The Bereaver
So he stands up＊
Wipes the crust from his eyes
A haggard shell of the man they once loved
The man that left them
With feet like lead
He drags himself out
Out from this mess
Away from this life
Still scared and broken
The tears; they stream
But just so faintly
He hears the angels scream
'Go home'
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