Chain! !
Pain within;
This chain around me,
Strain!
With the stain of Blood.
Rain!
With hope to wash away the stain;
To use my brain along the line,
Not ad Cain killed his brother Abel! !
But the train myself with righteous morals.
Drain!
Main,
Plain,
With the pain within!
Facing the odds of life around me today.
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