THE MAN WHO KILLED SORROW

Once upon a time lived a man,

Whenever sorrow came knocking

He was first in line

All through his lineage,

They were first in line.

Whenever the sorrow of ages came to town

These were a people who lost their sons

And cried them a river by the tons.

And so the man vowed in his day,

To offer an oblation in that day,

That there be no noise of tears

Or sorrow and beating of chest.

This man stood his ground, he was the first

And sorrow never came around till his last breath.

This man indeed killed sorrow,

And sadness was a thing of the past.

But this brought about a deep darkness

You see, the fates pulled a trick on him

How this played out, you'll get to see

Be careful of your words, it can deceive

But used rightly, you can be healed.

He prayed the gods for no noise in his line

But a coin always has two sides

And his descendants were back to square one

In exchange for the death of sorrow

He sacrificed the joys of tomorrow.

So there was no sadness or no sorrow

But no joy became tomorrow

His lineage were back to square one

Can we say anything really changed?

For what is a life without joy

If sorrow is what it takes to come?

He killed their darkness forever

And gave them rejoicing for never

Indeed, God's sadness will lead to life

And human sadness takes life

And the sorrow of the gods

Will kill afresh each new day

But God is here to save today.

For what is life without some joy?

When those who weep today dance tomorrow

And some even have joy in sorrow!

Imagine the killing the sense of taste

Because bitterness gives distate

How then can one taste sweetness?

O, what a sorry existence..

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