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Earth, help me I am but lowly beggar man And I dont know how to take cover Not from rain or stinging cold But from those just like me Who walk above and right past me Grounded to the same surface But none seem to be any closer to me I am silenced, cries heard only by tree and concrete Help me, Earth, please Sky, help me I am but lowly beggar man Man needs not the like of me They chose my fate as such Fallen and wounded Prayers for fire in the skies Drink is what I chose now Since I can no longer slate my thirst from you I will die by the cruel darkwood imitator That men invented to betray you Help me, Sky, please Fire, help me I am but lowly beggar man And lanterns cant warm me Scraps are my home and hearth And that is no comfort for any I long for your touch But since outside is no longer my choice Ill warm my insides with atomized flame Beaker bottle and batch aid me in feeling and unfeeling you Help me, Fire, please
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
The Prayer of the Three Beggar Men
Earth, help me I am but lowly beggar man And I dont know how to take cover Not from rain or stinging cold But from those just like me Who walk above and right past me Grounded to the same surface But none seem to be any closer to me I am silenced, cries heard only by tree and concrete Help me, Earth, please Sky, help me I am but lowly beggar man Man needs not the like of me They chose my fate as such Fallen and wounded Prayers for fire in the skies Drink is what I chose now Since I can no longer slate my thirst from you I will die by the cruel darkwood imitator That men invented to betray you Help me, Sky, please Fire, help me I am but lowly beggar man And lanterns cant warm me Scraps are my home and hearth And that is no comfort for any I long for your touch But since outside is no longer my choice Ill warm my insides with atomized flame Beaker bottle and batch aid me in feeling and unfeeling you Help me, Fire, please
2014 I try very hard to be empathetic. I cant fathom how awful it must be to be homeless. So I wrote a very idealized piece about those who live outside. Each of them, a representation of how I think a lot of people come to those circumstances.
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
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