And I'll
Recall
Your
Fame

As we
Uplift
Your
Name

Torn asunder from the history that beseeched your clan
Under the protection of a zombie king sky-man

No man's not a martyr for a bomb-flower garden unless they give it passage with sacred pardons

And all I've read of are erroneous starving artists who've been painting the Pilgrim's Progress from a flawed perspective
Direct injection into black lungs

Sores burst with pressure and call for faulty promises of "smarter not harder" worker-bee chronicles to render the operator of the Father-Droid over-encumbered

Faulty parts outnumber the working ones
Gears rust and send dead nerves belated Valentines with bubblegum from foreign lands meant to serve in the place of proper function

In the name of love we act, but still too scared to do something

Somebody place the patriarch on a pedestal
This giving soul is deserved of recognition and a statue built of the world's most honest and humble materials

Warm hugs, no judgement
A spoiled-sport from ceiling to floor well-earned from working for what he wants, needs, and
Forever serving friends, foes, and families with more than he can afford
Usually of no Count's count and acting of his own accord

One of the only people I truly hope gets to meet the Lord
I'm holding hope that heaven exists especially for him
If there's any left over it's meant for you and yours

Blessed is an earnest man