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Pain is like a plague. It starts out innocently enough, But soon it is spreading Through towns and villages Bringing chaos and panic throughout. Pain is like a shadow, Sneaking and crawling and scratching At your door. It moves like it has a mind, A cold, intelligent, hungry mind. Pain takes on many forms. Pain is a knife that slices your hand. Pain can be your best friend. Pain is the death of an angel. Pain knows no barriers. No matter its form, When Pain wraps its wings; Its beautiful, black, ominous wings, around the world, Nothing will stop it. And the world will bleed… a dark crimson red. No one is safe from Pain. N