Intidate
The doctrine of pain
And its sister, gain
Are beyond profane
By it, the mountain
Has met her bane
In the corners of this train
My words be not plain
As they are filled with pain
For those without gain
Copyright © Joshua Popoola | Year Posted 2020
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