raiding for food until I met you
a god in the guise of a man
who shook the dust from my shirt
and the burrs from my breeches.
they took yours too soon.
a raging whirlwind before which
all trembled with fear, with hate, with lust.
to bring your killers to a justice
all my own.
only what they have sown.
the whirlwind will still rage out there
destroying all, devouring all.
for a man who came from nothing.
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