Our pain.
Has a purpose.
Pain was injected
To our veins.
The rationale is to
Either, you learned
Or you mourned.
When you stood up
Watering the pain, to fight the Dante's inferno within you
Then, you are up to gain.
When you stood up
Carrying the pain at your back
Then, you are looking for a trap for you to get slain.
Pain is a bread spread.
Pain is a vaccine being injected.
To test your immunity.
In this, dystopic community.
We are diverse,
In this universe,
Some people brought us joy
While some brought us pain
That pain, is a prophecy.
A prophecy, that is meant to be used for us to gain.
To gain, to, and to gain,
For the we are like trees, that are growing.
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MP LIGHTS 143: BOOK 2
Poetry-This book is a collection of poems, written in traditional and free verse patterns. -This book offers you to enjoy poetry while making a touch in your world through poems.
