I can’t complain though I’ve seen better days today was stillborn dead on arrival dismal as an infant’s funeral bleak as a winter in hell I don’t seem to mind there’s no evil portioned to me I haven’t witnessed before I have always believed that whatever comes my way for good or ill I must have earned it so I will own it quietly en sotto voce I don’t believe in drama or the daily toil and trouble I believe in something spiritual manna spilled from heaven where I trust I’m not forgotten because I still hope for mercy in the kingdom yet to come
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