He Who... Poem by Kiera Coffey (12 year old)

He who loses,
He who wins,
He who rights,
And he who sins.

I am the loser,
They've taken my soul.
It's gone now forever;
Times taken its toll.
I see only darkness,
Wish only for light,
Have no concept or feelings,
No hearing, no sight.

He who loses,
He who wins,
He who rights,
And he who sins.

I am the winner,
I own all that's left.
On this desolate landscape,
I need not use theft.
I steal only souls,
Then they finish my job,
They live in darkness forever,
And yet, do not sob.

He who loses,
He who wins,
He who rights,
And he who sins.

I am the righter,
I remove all that's bad.
My boss is the winner,
I'm the soul whose not sad.
I remove all the bodies,
Their memory-less brains,
That is all that exists
On these desolate plains.

He who loses,
He who wins,
He who rights,
And he who sins.

I am the sinner,
I work with the evil.
My boss is nobody,
My job? Body retrieval.
I return all the souls,
And work against Winner,
I bring back the memories,
Because I am the sinner.

He who loses,
He who wins,
He who rights,
And he who sins.

Who is true and who is not,
Who has faith and who has a plot?
How do you know, how can you tell?
For, from all of this evil, who is who's clientele?