Days passed.
Toil and sweat—
finally unveiled, the end.
A noble yet humble steed—
made of gears, cogs, and wheels,
finally, finally earned
by the diligent, honest man.
A smile broke,
at last.
There was something he could finally call:
Mine.
Yet one day—
fortune passed,
and tragedy struck.
In one fell swoop,
great talons of grey birds of prey
seized what had belonged to him.
It was a mockery without contest.
Duties and obligation—
pitted against
honesty, hard work, and sacrifice.
He could not fight back
as the smile he had just made
shattered in a fleeting moment—
He wanted to speak up,
to go against the tide—
and he would be the villain.
The saints who did it
never even saw themselves guilty.
All the honest man could do
was be the victim.
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