“What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger…”

Ahmen.

Our sickness is our distress
About not being blessed;
But we always have our own pain
To disdain
When we circumstantially complain
About the drain;
We just wane;
There’s the blame.
No more shame.
We have come forth to claim
Our resurrection and our name
We are forthwith sustained.
Now we can eliminate the pain.
It is to our gain.
Do not be entrained
To the blame.
It is all a game.

When we give our energy
To those we love
We are giving a gift from Above;
For as we gift this love
Which excitement entails a shove
We are incorporating a bigger glove
In which to align our love.
We are our Messenger from Above!

When we came here to ply
Our instruments high
We came to scry
A higher lullaby
But when we implement the cry
We not only do not try
We supplement the pry
About coming here and why
We gave into the die.
We are not why
We cry
We are here to not die!

Users and abusers
Are not just lonely losers
They are confronting excusers
Who implement drugs and boozers
To lifelong choosers;
Rather than rid themselves of guilt
And otherwise stilt
Themselves of all that they chained,
They are no longer disdained;
They simply become drained.
And then their lords
Whomever their heart hoards
Become as thick as boards
And they wait
For their solemn gate
To escape
But are denied
And nevermore tried
For the guilt and pain and shame
That they blame
Themselves to gain
A release from their strain.
They are a complicated rhyme
All against their own Time!