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My soul in such pain

This is not humane

Fever in chronic attack

Loneliness at my back

The ringing in my ears

Is like mourning for my tears

Sweet twirls of sickness swirls

Cherry Coke, strawberry vanilla smiles

A soul on fire will be humbled

No smug trite arrogance mumbled

Cold sickness demons surround

Their evil father wants a pound

One prayer Hear O Lord

In fever filled mind the sword

Through soul energy the demons dissolve

With dawn the Peace is resolved