Dad, you are my king, please don’t ever forget: A poem 

Dad, this world was never meant for you and me 

I walked the harshest desert, yet, it’s not the oasis that I see 

The devil always gets his way, gets his way willy-nilly 

He may have the trophy, but he will never walk free 

They can think their fortune is in ruling the world 

Even in defeat, our flags will be proudly unfurled 

I can’t do you justice, but I promise you bliss

There is God for the brave, I can tell you this 

There were things I had to do; singularity is more than two 

We may not have victory, but we will never rue 

Those evil ones may be mighty, but I kicked them with my shoe 

Their evil will haunt them eternally, haunt them through and through 

We couldn’t help lost causes, what divine will composes 

Evil will get its own medicine, get it in infinite doses 

It may take a lot of blood and sweat to do it till death 

Don’t be crestfallen; you are my king, please don’t ever forget