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The Last Judge

The Last Judge

by Robert Neest


A strong and righteous man was living once

Defeating all his foes on every time

And everywhere he met them, fought and won,

As many as they were, they always lost.


The villains tried in many different ways

Without succeeding to upset the man

Until they paid a woman to find out

The secret of the power that he had.


She was a cunning and nice looking girl

That after few attempts discovered how

To make him lose his strength and let them take

The honest man as their prisoner.


They took him bound to their distant land

And gathered all to celebrate the win

While giving him the chance he didn’t miss

To slay more than he ever did before.


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