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Droplets of dew 
Cling to the petal 
After a long night’s journey 
Down to earth. 
The buds that decorate 
The life of a man 
Whose name “they” hated 
Still bloom as bright. 
The flower opens 
Giving praise to God 
That they give honor 
To a once walking beast. 
Mourners mock with under breath curses 
To a man whose ambitions 
Were to celebrate pain. 
And in his passing 
The memories gone 
And he is forgotten 
And buried for good. 
But the dew clings tight 
To the open prayers 
Of God’s own bestowed 
Tokens of honor.

Murderer