He is deaf and
blind
and no man
walking on the earth
He once lived
with pride and proud
and that makes
it now to breath
He met them, they slay him,
more with words
than with swords
like a sharp
edge of a razor sharp
Yet their
haunting death words
he lives a
worthless life like nomadic
wounds him not
And now they
call him a saint
and bow before
him with heart- full
adore
