Tears of sorrow are blowing away the light into her old and tired eyes, fingers on a rosary and lips that pray some words, now in agony he cries
in pain, drawn on his distorted face signed by shades on his hollow cheeks the blessing of the cross, his final place in the living world, with his eyes he seeks
longing for the last and final breath his heart objects against the spasm of life resigned to his fate, he sees his death
in favor or against, bittersweet now and then on his tongue there's still a word, a strife to say it to the world and his mother: 'Amen'.
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