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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=559855" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It Shall Be No More</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall my sorrow for one day turn into laughter? <br>Who is he that has prophesied? You false prophet hold it to yourself.<br>Have all not developed teeth? Yet teeth development remains a dream to me.<br>When shall I become a man? When? <br>Even then manhood is struggle.<br>I crept and toiled daily for subsistence as though the cursed serpent, <br>Of cause nothing different from that; <br>I solicited for arms, truly it were better I never had become a human.<br>For only but mocking awaited me at every door, <br>As I tottered and slumped along looking for safety but truly there was nowhere.<br>The church yard was the only accepted home<br>With cloudy and whirling face I struggled collapsingly<br>Help! Help! There was none ready amidst able men.<br>Oh! Have the hearts of men seized from pity? <br>And so I sojourned and bore the crucifix alone.<br>Who else can sing of my song? None I tell you understands the Rub-A-dub of my life; <br>It is a song meant for vagabonds like me, I am a vagabond.<br>My song is a song of elegy; it teaches of the agony of my life.<br>But truly only the victim knows the rhythm of my music.<br>I am this victim; a marauding and wandering beast<br>I am cornered by grieves of my life.<br>Oh! Ye masochist and sadist, you that celebrates my hurt<br>Remember that he who feels it knows it's bitterly hard to bear<br>I craved earnestly for solution still the only remedy is that I must live to bear the ding-dongs.<br>The sun shines and relaxes to gather momentum<br>But why is it that I never had a moment of rest for revival of my soul? <br>All in life have seasons of rest and toil<br>But why must mine be a perpetual hard lots and bondage.<br>What is responsible? I am the victim.<br>Why must I be gnawing at my timid teeth daily? <br>As though the devil in hade<br>Shall I but one day have a hand of providence? <br>Then shall I leap for joy with songs of praise to most High.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lightcheerful+Briggs">Lightcheerful Briggs</a><div class=q>
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Who is he that has prophesied? You false prophet hold it to yourself.
Have all not developed teeth? Yet teeth development remains a dream to me.
When shall I become a man? When? 
Even then manhood i..."></div>
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