He walked for days,
in the sun rays,
shouting and ranting about the in-just,
for him this journey was an absolute must,
for in this way his system rebooted,
though much of his bank account he may well have looted,
after this madness,
came a time of sadness,
hitting the ground with silence and no one around,
hard to forgive,
though he must continue to live,
for each path and its aftermath,
pave the way for a brighter day only a sunset away,
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