‎Believe me, am not exaggerating or hallucinating, 

‎If I told you pain paints paintings

‎Paintings so hunting and taunting 

‎Expressing, depicting silent struggling and intense fighting 

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‎These paintings in disguise, just to be precise 

‎are scars that marr our hearts,

‎they mask our face with sorrow's hat

‎etching deep into our personalities 

‎a proof that we are witnesses oh life harsh realities 

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‎These paintings though painful are sometimes gainful 

‎they serve as a motivation, an inspiration 

‎propelled by a high indignation ,of life callous predisposition 

‎Pain surging in our veins, the feeling that we got to rise above procrastination 

‎Cause life is not an illumination 

‎So we are actively on motion, but not without a direction, cause we got a destination 

‎and have vowed that one day, we will receive that standing ovation 

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‎You see pain also paints paintings of depression 

‎etching deep frustration, birthing or giving room for lamentation 

‎a seductive and gullible temptation for some people to take the wrong actions and develop the wrong notions.

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‎Pain paints paintings of grief, 

‎grief a thief, making the heart so stiff 

‎pushing a man to his limit, to the end of a Cliff 

‎To those kind of people, anything joy is a mere bluff

‎and a rare stuff 

‎This kind of men no longer have a heart,

‎they still do, but it's been disfigured or transfigured

‎for their hearts have become an artwork for pain 

‎so each heart beat beats with pain.