Never embraced worldly goods

Blessed in God’s care

Lived in shelters and woods

Masses vindictive and unfair

Evil slashed away a will

Soul felt cursed and dead

Many claim “A looser still”

Dreams crashed into dread

One falls and falls again

Steadfast fight to no avail?

Distracted, a mind truly sane

nay Sayers perish in hell

Imagination rose once more

An artist eyes again see

Slam and lock Satan’s door

Destroyed foul chains to be free

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