My Magic Stone - Poem by Alexander Coppedge
Force to be when you need assistance, never it excuse or no to you; it say they wouldn't come or stay.
Care for body when joints ache, alleviation for pain issues at your request; times you're in pain.
Avenger with powers to cure, reacts when you're in displacement, relief to what disrupts: pill forms.
Warrior's plan attack to challenge sickness, your back up for days had with colds: self diagnosed sick.
Pill not to talk in tasks done, not a view or lie to be spoken: neither a fact to be said in high schools.
A saleable product no concerns pending use by us, cost to have big bucks: priced for wanting hands.
A pause from agonies bit taken works to regain awe to you: your return from ripping pain's complaints.
Conquerors' end pits suck of energy, reaper to bury fatigue; pill took combat body operational twinges.
Pill composed substances are solid mass, not magic in formation: a white tiny rock in its appearance.
Soldier to shield a slayer with plug to stop hurts, guard to beat ailments; pill blows target lames.
A doctor to heal, works as if it thinks; pill in action at times your teethes ache from gum throbbing pain.
Nurse it is for your sought comfort, preacher saving hopes you found safe: pill help in assistance assured.
Its friendship welcome, dead in fingers be alive in body actively fighting: pill is recommended for pain.
Guidance from sorrows' ocean that waves pounds you: free of suffering and its feared nightmares.
Fountain to Youth it does dissolves in body relax your pain: your release from your given woes.
Pill fights illness gives sleep undisturbed when worried: pill to quench pains' harming anguish.
Help to body functions it's prescribed for ailments, sealed by health care; pill by authority approved.
Government as pusher to grab citizens, create pill substances compounded singular: a pure form.
Formation collect dollars; it's a mini- Frankenstein's monster one swallow: pill quenching your fires held.
A comfort to mind - its an addiction, your crusader there with you, pill known endeared without a brain.
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