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He is from pain

• This demon, without reason,
• This cold but warmth with no season or no cause,
• So thus, I pause,
• I fumble,
• They applause as I stumble,
• Thus, They humble my tone,
• They mumble \"he must be alone\"
• They see that he\'s un sewn down to thread,
• They dont realize that I\'m consumed in dread,
• They\'ve assumed I\'m better suited dead than alive,
• Thus, They dont care if he\'s alive,
• They dont care to see him strive above,
• Thus, They refuse him love,
• They abuse him because of,
• They accuse him because of,
• They\'re amused of his pain,
• They\'ve doomed and set him with nothing to gain,
• Thus, His blood stain shall remain,
• His vain\'s blood is bled in vane,
• Thus he\'s numb like Novocain,
• Thus he is not from us nor is he plain,
• No, he is not us,
• Yes, he is from pain
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