"I could never deny you!
You know what I say is true.
The last three years have proven that.
I'd fight for you through any spat.
I've heard your messages of good hope.
They make sense and help me cope.
The miracles I've seen occur.
You've given me a future to procure.
I'm sure I'll follow you unto your deathbed.
I am making sense, isn't there enough said?
I've got your back through adversity,
Through all of the world's perversity."
He just looked at him with sadness and admiration.
He knew of the approaching agony and looming laceration.
He was cognizant that few would claim they ever knew him.
The skies were growing darker and the future appeared grim.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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