This is poem is essentially the best answer I have planned for Judgement Day so far.
I Am Not A Good Man
I am not a good man
I am a backpacker on a trail
Blazed by a bleeding heart
Bled into a grail
I am not a good man
I hurt when I should heal
Limbs crack beneath my boots
I break instead of build
I am not a good man
This path is not my own
But only the uphill ruck
I am forced to march alone
I am not a good man
I have earned every thorn
I can change like the leaves
When calm becomes storm
I am not a good man
I murder in my heart
I covet what’s not mine
I am all that is dark
I am not a good man
I am great in my own eyes
Like every mother’s son is handsome
Like every fool believes his lies
I am not a good man
But a hitchhiker on a road
Taking what I can get
Avoiding any toll
I am not a good man
Such has been written
I am what I accept
So I am what I am given
I am not a good man
I am the thief who spoke
I am Jacob under goat skin
I am Jonah on a boat
I am not a good man
I am a backpacker on a trail
Blazed by a bleeding heart
Partaking of the grail
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