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Authors of Pains
These pains are authored by the pains of the authors
These slayers rain moments that almost reign
Making the struggle to begin from birth
And we lost to sanity.
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If we felt the pains and cried to priests who insisted
They took concussion of no aroma needed
Soon and again, it borne the joy quested
Wasn’t it the survivor of pains?
Yet came the beings in complexion of the colour of a cloth, disgust
On the right hand sited delivery and the left captivity
Though they taught tolerance and hosting
We distrusted our foundation and enjoy there after
Look, never can they be accountable for this menace
This page is written by ourselves in aura surveillance
Long since they went, those authors have been writing
A play that arose pathos.
Authors of pains aren’t the colonists
They’re not the writer of this note
But for this, open your heart and let it see
See how minds of your hearts wailing to inflict
You feel nature is unfair but you’re fiend
Possibilities are fold yet we can’t create one
If there are any authors of pains at all
So be us;
