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O Death! Hold Back Thy Sting!!

Crippled by a serious deformity, And imposed masterly inactivity, Gloomed by utter poverty, Many wail in anguishing adversity. A waif, a forlorn wanderer, A clueless shipwrecked brother, A totteringly striding blind, A helping hand is all they need! Not for the riches, not for the power, Not to revel in Heavenly pleasure, But to them, my help, mirth shall bring, Hence O cruel death! Hold back------ Hold back thy venomous sting, Hold back thy venomous sting! Hold back thy venomous sting!!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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