"No gain, no pain", and so I sit
Inside my room so dimly lit.
Spitting words and puking rhymes,
Nobody heard my pen this time;
Fountain ink, no one can see
Words come forth
But Cannot be.
Living in the rage of raven
Silver hope, thou art so brazen;
Don't come near, my monsters breach
The pages I thought were out of reach.
No gain, no pain, and so l end
My search for life lost in the pen.
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