He stood there, aghast, as all looked content.
He objected and raised every issue,
As their ignorant evil lives seemed bliss.
He had nightmares and wished this were not his world.
All as the usurpers had a smile.
He objected as the devil took control,
He wept as the incompetent men and women ruled.
He looked to the skies and howled like a wolf.
He did not forget his duty unto death,
His sacred duty, his sacrament unto the highest command.
The good centurion fought and conquered death.
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