The Rain
I am a man kept by disdain , pelted with dismay . I still see a strain so which keeps me refrained from blatantly blasting off my aim . I'm a man so I maintain though I strain sustain . I'm a man so made to reign . I reign so ready , I'm better . Men reign when it rains , pain is all that remains .
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