Trudge Of Gain Poem by Monarchist Oleg
Trudge Of Gain
In the crossing of worlds
I wait to gain my soul
At the wasting of time
I feel it course through my vein
Through the cold of night
I stand like the man am
Trudge through the pain
For I will gain.
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