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if pain is pleasure
pleasure pain
and all the world
fraught with disdain
then in this noise
this thunder rain
what lies ahead
could be the same
in darkness wander
search and brood
for that which may
always elude
the senses heighten
course and crude
if errors present
blame the fool
without this farce
this cruel charade
we’d die of boredom
so it’s said
forgiveness if the
heart’s not there
to twist and wither
fight and flare
but something more
is searched and sought
and without first
or second thought
wander blindly
down the path
which may or may not
bring you back.