Orlando X

A soldier was I

Once, decorated, proud, true,

I used my visions

To find prisoners,

Ammunition depots, all

Targets, protective,

Not aggressive. But

One day, a leak revealed it

Was all a lie. The

Maps I made with my

Gifts were used to massacre

Innocents, my own

People, abetted

Genocide. And so I left,

Became a hermit,

Tended my garden

In the mountains. A place to

Atone for my sins.

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