‘T is now the eighth year, that I stand so cursed
Have I found explanation…for such pain?
Long past accident I ne’er reimbursed
Doth fellow sufferer ride fateful train?
‘Neath the stars and gross liquor afflicted
Unlikely collision with destiny
That such an outcome could be predicted
Haze days…inebriant stupidity
Now every day ‘tis as I’m on fire
Is this compensation for hidden deed?
Doth reaper play tune upon blackened lyre?
Is soft ground awaiting…aberrant seed?
With God as judge I meant nobody harm
Evolving prophesy…or false alarm?
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