just a short one

His heartbeat is countable,
But deeds were noble,
Man had tossed him anger on,
But he angered not,
Though they in good man's suits were gone,
For He was forgiving,
In those delighted wolves in sheep sinning,
Though his heart stops at his flesh's death,
His deed shall stretch 'till its eternal breath.
-by me
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Though his heart stops at his flesh's death,
His deed shall stretch till its eternal breath.