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To all the youth may you come and listen,
Let me give to you this timeless lesson.
Love shall teach the untaught child,
Learn from me, and her lesson may be mild.
Love's hunger for pain is quite rapacious.
Let her not show you that love is vicious.
Allow me to martyr to loves sweet anguish.
Heed my warning, and her pain you shall vanquish!
Oh please love, spare me from punishment for the treason I commit

I wish only to spare them from your bitter discontent!
Love you told me this is a lesson only you can teach,
But your boundaries I shall try to over reach.
Please do not ignore what my tale has to say,
Pay attention, not allow your mind to stray.
I promise you will thank me one day,
Thank me for the trouble from you I've saved.
Now love tell me what you think of my mission
Bleed my ears with your just decision
Will you let me speak my say?
Or shall you hold me one more day?

Oh what foolish thing this man hath done!
What ignorant words that he has sung!
To paint with words, my sweet sorrow?
My delivery of pain he cannot borrow!
The feelings I bring, and words he sings - He tries to relate?
Two such different things could never equate!
However, his words have already marked thy slate,
To stop him now would be too late...
(But his words shall detour no fate!)

So this is where my story starts,
In those warm late days of march.
Life was not easy, simple, nor good.
Nothing went as I thought that it should.
I spent my days, no stranger to pain,
All too unaware of the more that I'd gain.
The people around me were corrupt and conditioned.
Individual thought only came with permission.
To myself I would ask such scholarly questions:
"Was there a purpose, to lifes aimless aggressions?"
A pedantic mind started to form.
The thoughts in my mind, started to swarm.
Lost in the sea of my own dismay,
I knew to be happy, I needed a change.
So nightly I sat there, so rich in my thought,
A divine intervention my blinded soul sought.
After days of just thinking, made my way to conclusion
Trade my life here, for a life in seclusion.
So I packed up my things, and I hit the trail.
A new beginning in my life, I thought would prevail.

I wandered sweet nature for a few cold days.
How quickly I yield from the vagabond ways.
In my time with nature I tried many such things,
But life had to bite me, with her protestant fangs.
I met a man not to different from me,
On the run from the life, that took him to knees.
The man was a psalmist, absent from name.
He invited me in, out from the rain.
"My child you run, in search of what's greater,
When it shall

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