A Poem About Pain

He came unbidden to the world
A stranger at our feast
He hoped he would destroy us all
This unrelenting beast.

We didn’t know his appetite—
The blade, the blood, the rope
He didn’t know our mettle—
Didn’t factor in our hope.

Unaware, he sparked a magic
Worked by Deity on high
With every stroke he grew our faith
Deep longing tinged our cry.

Sweet blessing sipped from poisoned glass—
He schemed, we triumphed still
His voice grew hoarse with raging on
Ours held a quiet will.

How strange a fiend to share our bread
To calculate our ruin
He targeted our desperate clay
And left us madly human.

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