Death of a ManHe traced the edge of the wooden table, fingertips feeling the familiar wood for the last time. The lifeless table, emptied and vacant, looked so forlorn, like a flower without water. It had begun to lose its shape, becoming one with the floor—it was as if it wept and cried, like it had known that the day had come for it to be abandoned, to be left alone to an eternity of darkness and seclusion. Its surface was marred and spattered with loving nicks and scratches of its former days, the days where life had been joyous and carefree. Laying his palm in the center, he spread his fingers across the table in a loving caress. A single tear wetDeath of a Man by ~apple-network
Like A GoatA star tattooed to your coat,Like A Goat by ~apple-network
Your home is taken, and your pride is maimed,
Herded toward your death like a goat.
Nightly prays may keep your faith a float,
But you cannot go back to where you came,
As they herd you toward your death like a goat.
The walls and guns surround you like a moat.
Muffled cries and angry tears are taken by bitter rain,
A star is still tattooed to your coat.
Men with guns and twisted crosses can gloat
In loud voices, for they know not your pain,
Herding you toward your death like a goat.
Eyes filled with sadness you can no longer tote,
You ask your God, What can be gained
By a star tattooed to your coat
Nervous 
Sta.sh
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