In this land of desolation,
Where barren grounds meet hungry souls,
The ruler is a ruthless contender,
Known as the King of Pain, he controls.
With a flick of his merciless hand,
He runs rivers of clean water dry,
Inflation and lack are his heavyweight champions,
Leaving us to suffer and cry.
Each blow he gives, a Vicious body blow,
Making us kneel and crawl on our fours,
Slowly and in excruciating agony,
Every breath we take, pains us to the cores.
While we're down, he's a cynical blunder,
Giving us the inheritance of a black eye,
A dislocated shoulder, a twisted ankle,
A broken jaw, and a pride that's ready to die.
His reign has left us battered and bruised,
But we keep getting back up for the fight,
For he is not one to tire or weaken,
And we're just victims in his sight.
No match could ever defeat him,
For he is the master of this game,
His poor victims always ready to forfeit,
For the King of Pain, they'll never be the same.
But we will rise and fight against him,
With every last breath that we hold,
For in this land of desolation,
Our strength and resilience will never grow old.
So raise your fists and join the battle,
For the King of Pain shall not prevail,
Together we'll defeat his tyranny,
And our spirits will forever prevail.


Authorship by Dr. Dashaun Snipes
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