Save souls, empathize
When blues bludgeon buddies
Dealing them crazy cards that you hardly analyze
Titillating at their tumults and tragedies.
Save souls, don't ostracize
Victims on whom fate deals blows
Stress, distress and mess when hope dies
Alongside the cacophony of black and white crows.
Save souls, sympathize
With souls who reel in pain
At the depth of losses whose magnitude you can't realize
As mundane measures of pleasure punctuate your gangrene grain.
Save souls, incentivize
Souls who rise from ashes
To roam free and fraternize
Despite suffering sentimental slashes.
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