Laid to rest

The burdens of battle and time run their course and he falls

In the charge of the angels

Through the veil over Jordan and home

Rise up and meet your father

Joyous at the return of his son

And the world and its troubles mean nothing

Only comfort and rest in his arms

What was left

A skin naught but scars life spent waging a war for a King he

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