Smartyr Than A Fifth Finger Poem by Hestill Lives

A royal son

Compassion for poor and lost

Dispel brightest robes

Walk streets of dust

In prison town

Grew up foster child

Work with hands

Turn plain to Flight

Fight religion

Ignore the state

Take the blame

Wear the cross till it bleeds

Forgive the double cross

Laugh stone away

Invite the world

To bliss

Let those you came to help mock you for thousands of years without a word from anyone but...sheep! ! !

Bring the sword

Fulfill promises

receive praise