I'm still right here waiting patiently
Giving blood keeping faith
My tired white horse trots on
My empty quiver and my bow slung over my shoulder
Sigils burning in my palm
A crown of victory sticking thorns in my scalp
I ride out conquering and to conquer
Waiting for the day when the smell of blood fills my nostrils
I will bury the corpses of my beloved
My victory complete and in perpetuity I wait for the war of ages
I shout to the heavens, "come and see" and I hear the sound of thunder
I lie awake in my hospital bed, the insane voices taunting me
Jesus whispers to me that I am his least favorite person
I scribble on the wall of my cell in crayon
"The least favorite person of Jesus Christ was here"
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