Pain
Pain is imminent,
in one's vain heart,
but what is the possibility,
of its capability
commonly expressed,
but not depressed,
in great vain,
oh what great pain
pain is psychological,
and also physical
but i speak of the wounds of the mind and the heart,
not of the world and of this earth,
its feeling is like fire,
but not in consciousness to hire,
it crosses the veins like infinity,
but all to vanity
Christ was confounded,
not for one to be divided
in the spirit,
and in his truth,
pain is constant,
but should not be made important
man inflicts pain
but with God, pain is made vain.
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