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Bedecked in tattoos 

And covered in perspiration

With perspicacity as his station,

People often misjudge his intentions

Feared his violent intervention

But that is a flawed of their perspective,

He is of a peaceful and reflective

Nature that’s borne from a positivity selected,

From a past age of being neglected,

That helped him grow and develop

Into a being of love and light,

That rejected

The images and misconceptions,

Placed upon his self

That threatened to devour his being,

Yet rising above others expectations

He immersed himself in mindful contemplation,

That soothed the Savage beast,

Kept it under control,

Made pure his heart

And purged his soul,

To be better than anyone

Could have expected,

Opinions therfore of him

Were often false and subjective,

For he was a man built

Of unconditional love

And found spirituality fitted his being

Like a hand in a glove.