Samson made a riddle
of a lion's head and honey.
Samson made a mess
when he trusted in Delilah.
She took his hair, they burnt
his eyes, and squared up
for the jaw bone.
Samson made a few mistakes
that outweighed all his strength.
I'm waiting for a verdict, too.
The blade is in the fire.
This one's meant to cauterize
a wound that's bleeding out.
A word will come to sear
the skin, my callous will be formed
and nothing like a hero
I'll go back to taking scalps.
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