The Gentle Giant and the Iceman

The gentle giant is dead,

he fell and bumped his head,

or was it his heart?

Doesn't matter because that's no longer a part.

His life is over before he's thirty,

His soul is so damned dirty.

His mind so dreary,

He's tired of being weary.

He couldn't take the pain

and figured it was easier to be slain.

He was weak at the knees,

His body felt diseased.

No self respect,

A complete reject.

All because he hadn't wept,

And the fire went out as he slept...

With nothing to stop the cold,

And the fight growing old,

The gentle giant let himself die,

So that the Iceman could rise.

The End

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