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there was a song for help i heard 

people sang deep in the glade

calling angels and demons alike, like maids.

In none of the achievements, one had it made 

it reeked of favours and regrets long suffered 

still  scream Amen Hallelujah the sinner had returned 
back to his father, to his oedipal curse

there was a song for help i heard 

people sang deep in the glade

with wonder, if life was alive and death was dead

so much, silence overshook itself and cups fell

leaves rustled and people started their rapture leaving clothes and baubles behind 
only he was left the son of the unsung one 
collecting the valuables he made kingdoms which he roamed eternally in regret

-Victor Samuel