When pity is the greatest receipt,That your wounds will gain,
And victory is the greatest deceit,
When considering the pain.
An itch that cannot be scratched.
Hardened casing of fleshy steel,
Senseless and unyielding ,
But on the inside you can feel,
The agony it's shielding.
A smooth, furrowed, hairless callous
Dead undifferentiated tissue,
Nerveless, strong and whole,
But that's not the issue,
When it's flesh denied a soul.
Connective tissue, holding the vital pieces,
Unconnected, incommunicado and insensate,
And when the scars outweigh the flesh,
How will you know until it's too late...
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