Lay aside my royal garment,

it tattered and tore;

linen, unprotected from varment

hands cup heart, pour

Poison and pain drip, drip

to the red soil below-

no pretense of glory,

Just offer lethal store.

Peace has it’s say,

now room for faith

spirit free and solid,

no longer sinking wraith.

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