Pain - that is all that we own,
Be glad with this generous gift.
You feel you are useless and lone,
Afraid of the time that's so swift.
Afraid of the Death and the Life,
Unconscious of all that will come,
Unfeeling to hatred and love,
Your heart is as keen as it's numb.
Your soul still has ardour and heat,
You know yet it will be in vain,
In love with your present heartbeat
That pushes hot blood through the veins.
Pain
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