The many wounds kept me sane
As, Joanne of Arc, I'm unjustly slain;
I wish I had a washed brain
So forever to forget feeling drained.
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The heart wounded of the scars and illness,
The mind dazzled emitting his airwaves,
The body wrecked labors in stillness,
Before me stood an alluring lost waif.
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Pain
The many wounds kept me sane
As, Joanne of Arc, I'm unjustly slain;
I wish I had a washed brain
So forever to forget feeling drained.
One can dispute killer Cain
As it seems forever I lost the reins;
No one can dispute Job's fame
He waited on God and his reign regain.
I can no longer explain
Why I am so heavily in chains;
The why forever remains
A mystery for me, the scattered brain.
With sorows and huge pain
As forever I lamented in vain;
Heaven lost not heaven gained
As the Israelites, I pray for rain.