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Parable of Pain
The Saint
category: Parable
I’m alone in a crowded room
I’m the quiet flower in full bloom
My sting is unbearable
I write in a parable
You can not hinder me
I’m dishearten times three
Don’t you even look at me
My light is not your source of pleasure
My life has sadness, misery and pain
I put more into life then I ever gained
I was gallant and bold to help out others
They repaid me with nothing
Zilch was my fee
I gave and I gave
My plate left empty
And my hunger is growing
Whilst they have plenty
I calculated up my contributions
The scale tipped over on my side
I curse those who cackle and call me names
In the name of the Father
My Lord will rebuke you
Be careful whom you traverse
Some streets are better not traveled
You thought you could get away
Now you are my prey
And you will depart this life in ignominy
I will live on to battle others like you
I will smile when you descend
Resembling a visage of a friend
Your last utterance will be my given name
And you will suffer the flame
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