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My Burden is a Joke

Would he never leave me alone?

Could I live my life with him near?

Should he always be in my zone?

Must I learn to accept him here?

He'll never be lost from me though,

This boil on my being, this toad.

His works are well loved, to my woe, 

I hear of them, I bear this load.

The past is the past we are told,

And cannot be changed to this day.

I was not proud or so bold

As to think he'd not have his way.

He is ever my hobgoblin

Leering with his glee and laughter.

But best he should heed the fallen

Who forgot what could come after.

My blessings are always offered

To those who deserve it you see.

Those without honor are proffered

The debts they must pay, cannot flee.

Our sins are ours to be worked on

And we must accept what we've done,

But I always thought his a con

Just to win the heart of the One.

Were you thinking this was sure ground?

No, you're adrift on a dory

At sea, simply floating around,

As They Say, It's Only A Story!

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