Dear God
Is it black or white that life sways
And break at the door like a pot
Even though there be praise

The dark forest of pregnant cloud
Making my life cold as ice
Making my life provoking crowds
Like I lose a chance tossing a dice

Painting me with pain
When I scream for an ice cream
But I know no gain
On gazing at the creem

Panic endless, and my hope in vain
When I cry
In a dry rhymes
That my tears can't drain



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