Tales

This crumbling man
has let you down,
with shortened pulls
of heavy breaths,

a broken pledge
to set high your crown,
instead, disgraced,
he failed that test:

These rough-made men,
reset as fools,
by that male God,
who knows no shame,

who ‘out of love’
re-shaped their fear,
because of Him
I should lose love’s claims.

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