The Pain of Being a Man
The pain of restless palm of mankind,
descendant of serpent from the root of vine.
Shackles of chains and bracelets of thorns,
crying out of pain , suffering through the wildest storms.
Looking down from above the heaven,
watching the mortals with the sight of the raven.
Nothing new but unworthy sinners of Earth,
pleasing themselves as they hid their souls in the dark.
It took a birth of sin from just one bite,
cursed a sinner who lost the seat of being one's child.
Came the mastermind of the serpent tongue,
regret to be the subject of what the mastermind had done.
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