My Magic Stone - Poem by Alexander Coppedge
It's a friend to have, you in needed assistance, it has no excuse to you; it say to you: they wouldn't come or stay.
It has care for your body when joints ache, for ills' alleviation at your request; times you're found in hurt.
An avenger with powers to cure, pal reacts when you're in displacement, its relief to what disrupts: pill forms.
Warrior's plan in attack to challenge sickness, a safe back up for days had with colds: self diagnosed sick.
Pill doesn't talk doing tasks, it a view or lie to be spoken: neither it give a word: a fact to be said in high schools.
It's a saleable product, no concerns pending use by us, cost to have its comforts: it priced for wanting hands.
A pause from agonies, a bit taken works to regain awe to you: your return from ripping woe's complaints.
Conquerors' end pits suck of energy, it's a reaper to bury fatigue; pill to combat body operational twinges.
Pill composed substances are solid mass, them not be magical in forms: white tiny rock in its appearance.
A soldier to shield, a slayer with a plug to stop hurts, post guard to beat ailments: pill blows target lifes' lames.
A doctor aims to heal, as if it thinks; pill act at times of lows: your teethes ache from gum throbbing griefs.
Nurse it seek your sought comfort, preacher saving hopes you found safe: pill help in assistance assured.
Its friendship is welcomed, it's dead in fingers, alive in body actively fighting: pill is recommended for pain.
Your guide from sorrows' ocean, that waves pounds you: you free of suffering and its feared nightmares.
Fountain to Youth, it does dissolves in body, your ache relaxed: your freedom set from your given harms.
Pill fights illness, as it gives sleep undisturbed when worried: pill to quench agony harming anguish.
Help to body functions, it's prescribed for ailments, it sealed by health care; pill by authority approved.
Government as pusher to grab citizens, pill created substances compounded to be a 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, warrior being there with you, pill known -endeared without a brain.
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