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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I have heard of its thousand stories of lure, It's stinking songs of allurement, It's many stripes apportioned an earnest fatality. Yet it's wave of effectiveness I overlooked. Till it knocked the doors of my cabin with sounds i dread. Unprepared i was, my arms far from reach. I had whittled down my guarded battalion. So naked I stood, helpless to it's smile of victory. As I held back the shameful tears of unawareness, It carefully strolled my path without an invite. Swallowing all I have labored meticulously for. O that matchless glory I have labored to attain, Caught in its web my eyes are lifted high to behold. Dime after dime it sliced my bowels without mercy. It stole all I had as it nipped the patience of my soul. I am found crawling the ends of a wretched existence. Scavenging like an indispensable beggar to life. Without worth, lacking the thought of possession. Left to contend with impecuniousness, penury, so impoverish. I sought solace in a beginning I still longed to re-venture. But it's wrath tore me into pieces I'm yet to gather. So stung to my soul, caged in body and mind. To thee poverty I beckon with a humbled spirit. Give to me wealth's sound of speech, Freedom for a depressed soul to soar. To climb to the heights of heaven forth the while. for my grieve is weak and smile not, and my pain has lost its melody. Let my shine rise to sparkle bright. Relieve me, I pray the from thy wrath of death, For carefully I seek thy mercies with tears.
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