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JACOB THE SOLDIER

The Soldier came before his time

Plucked from the womb so warm

Shocked into the cold harsh world

Into a brutal storm

His fragile limbs like matchstick splints

So brittle and so weak

His eyes still fixed behind their lids

No voice for him to speak

Yet through his still transparent veins

An ebb of strength was flowing

A light so bright shone deep inside

His tiny body glowing.

If destiny had set a trap

so sinister and grim

It should have picked another prey

And steered clear of him.

No ordinary child was this

With no ordinary fate

He was Jacob the Soldier

Jacob the Fighter

Jacob Alexander, the Great