Pain is the name of the game
In this fame I have no shame
All my faults I shalt not halt
To save my name,
You I shall exalt
Am I at fault?
Nay, I am at a place where I cannot halt.
What can I halt?
Shalt I call and praise you all?
Or shall I fall?
Angels care for all
All aside from my name, the name down the hall.
There’s a wall.
It may nary fall.
But if it does fall?
Then no longer shall I stall.
This call, the one I so regret,
perhaps it shall beget,
something other than the rage seen on every page
The pages of a nation that has bled.
A nation I pray has not completely made its bed.
For it cannot lie in it.
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