Tis weary when thoughts thunder in looped replay
Would it not be better if they just went away?
Thy storms have brewed and built for weeks
Plummeting with lamenting opinions that reek
Bitter these pills now thou hast taken in turns
Rancorous choices thou doth seek now to spurn
Twas it the dawning of seen darkness ahead
Or simply lost sleep tossing and turning in bed?
Calamity, greets, knocking loud at thy door
Greed, once friend, here to settle old scores
Alas I, true friend, will shed forth some light
Pay off thy debtors and lessen thy plight
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