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Pain Pain clutches-- dizzying impalements balled up fire-searings cut nerve-endings; my mind veers isolating. It is the Mini-Death Pall we face alone-- obliterated inside Pain's Regardings-- we flee terrified flight-footed avoiding. I stand beside Confession's Bed: it is stronger in this moment than I am-- immobilized. My cudgel's then brandished by the heart's allies-- Will and Joy who vibrant and alive stretch thin Pain's lines-- snapping them till subdued. Each moment thus carries on: Pain loses each time on Gasping Bed saying: "upon Life I depend and by Joy I am forgiven." and dies. |
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