Don't let those drill sergeants tell you:
"Pain is weakness leaving the body"
Pain is nothing.
But pain.

Don't believe your mother's
Stitchwork on the wall:
"Without pain how may we know joy"
It helps your mother's mourn.
Pain is nothing but pain.

And soldure, surely don't you listen
To those endings of your nerves
Spindling and sparking up around
Into your separate consciousness.
Crackling from the beating bruising bitter World.
Pain is in your brain.
Pain is nothing but pain.
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