Learning Lessons
I fail many times
Life aint no fascination
Sometimes these imperfections
Are more than mere learning lessons
A bleeding wound perhaps a sting
Inside my head whose venome sings
The screeching sound creates a throe
But the slain glass is in pain no more
A toast of blood raise high in lust
Too hot to drink, nevertheless
Fill some more, it digress the pain
And let a fire burn all the filth and blame
Broken, trodden, sanity insane
This human nature is painful and arcane
For sometimes the imperfections in its lanes
Give a lot more than mere learning lessons' strain
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