P for Pain

I knock you down,

I make you bleed,

To the lords and even the devil,

I make you plead.

Forgive me,

For being too cruel,

But there are things to be taught,

Things to be proven.

I give you poetry,

So take a pen,

And colour your sheets.

Happiness will go;

But I’ll always be,

Your company.

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