Poem -

pain

oh pain, whats your true name. I knew you but you fail. I don't learn from you for some reason, I just think your way too pale.

pain, oh pain. go away from the people. we don't need you here, but for some reason, you keep coming back for more.

we pray and you go away, but you come back in another shape and form. spiritualy, phisicly, mently I say.

pain, why, you don't need to stay.

you hurt forniners from other countries, people who don't need it at all. people who should be learning from you, but it takes allot for you to fall.

why hurt inicants, why make them suffer for what they don't need to see. to see those you love hurt, why can't you just let it be..

so pain, I say, whats your name. you bug me, you bug me, go away.

god heals people that have you, why fight a battle you can't win. Jesus heals, the things you steal. but you just keep coming back to try to stay.

I feel pain, in my heart, for those who have your name. pains real name is **t**n. heck, I just can't say.

so dry your tears, oh man of God, oh women of God as well. pain may hurt, just make sure, not to spread pain at all.

(for those who feel this, feel free to send it to one who feels pain.)

R.M.

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