Good Spirit

Thank you.

Oh, Good Spirit, do not weep.

The sacrifices you've withstood are well adored.

Take pride in your efforts, please. 

Too good you've done, to receive nothing in return.

Oh, restless soul, fulfilled you are.

No more burdens shall you carry.

For you have made amends.

Taken bullets even, for those defenseless.

It is time now for you to achieve what you deserve.

Achieve for yourself what you've achieved for others. 

The End

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