The Vain Disdain of Pain in the Rain

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Drop to your knees,

Make your heart go,

Let the blood flow,

Let the cloth covering you disdain.

Hide the nausea,

Dispel the whispers,

Release the whimpers

Your life was always held in vain.

Pull the threads,

Coax the demons,

Remove the feelings,

Wash away in the heavy rain.

Dangle the air low,

Trail the teardrops,

Before your heart stops,

What ever did happen to all the pain?

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