A mountain of muscle is he
Standing almost 8 feet tall,
As menacing as any man can be
Seemingly bred for the brawl.
Yet his appearance is a mask
For a heart kind and gentle,
A giant with the task
To not be judgemental.
He cannot judge others past
For of his own he is ashamed,
The list of his sins is vast
Sins that will remain unnamed.
For he is of unnatural birth
Engineered for war,
Blood spilled dictated his worth
That and nothing more.
He truly regrets what he's done
His actions beyond forgiveness,
Screams caused by his gun
Then nothing but death and stillness.
He now he seeks purpose
Running from his regret,
A warrior on the surface
Just wanting to forget.
