Watching watching they be watching waiting.
Still scratching feenin they be wanting needing.
That rose that made it through the rough they wonder.
Asking asking how the dirt stayed perfectly under.
Why did the Lord make it rain with silent thunder.
But I made it through the dirt mans rope.
Showed the world that a broken man can still have hope.
But the black raven got me, my card was marked to be forgotten.
No regard for life I was shut down by the evil omen.
I’m high up now looking down on them.
They now have their cards marked I’m comin.
It’s my turn now to X backs and return what’s taken.
None of them are forgiven, so now who’s laughing.
My poem with art by @london_artist