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Writing by Samuel Pye

Your guard

Your guard

I am the guard who stood by your gate,
waiting to be slain by your enemies,
as you finished your feast,
the child crushed in the construction of your vanity project,
the woman who died giving birth to your bastard child,
the beast slain to subside your hunger,
the one displaced for your profit,
my name you may remember, my name you may have forgot,
our precious existence depends on each other,
remember and recover,

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