Bad Day

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Pains coursing through your body
Acast along a weary draft
Coasting afrom the sea tears lonely
Lost atop the waves' wrath

The sting envelopes each of nerve at once
Two blades plague your ragged mind
The first of flesh and marrow such
The last brought fromth the heart I find

Each burden wears on shaky knees
My joints do so ache the day
Mind scattered aloft like busy bees
As borrowed burdens bury the fray

Heartache trembles cataclysmically
It's ring gongs an echo off
As rhyme and verse sloths care so rhythmically
The pain hath dullened soft

Past hurting flesh, and make, and bone
Against the rising tide of nigh
I end this day to make atone
That my sins may truly never die

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