Prosa Dia: 71. When Mans Down

He's broken
He's rotten
He lost his treasure
Most painful than any sword
Most painful than any knife

He's in dust
Walking in dark
Alone in the corner, waiting for godot
and skies was cries

He's down on his knee
Feet of barely skin
Scar as his heart
Tears as his river
When mans down,
you would die on fear
When no one can save you...

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