The Gold in Mine
I stand on the graves of my assailants
Boldly proclaiming my worth
Belittling insults cashed in
Every hurt was most graciously worth
the gold in mine.
Past pain extinguished in the embodiment of my current predicament
Bad choices, misjudgment and persecution
Payed fully to their souls
Consequently my excuses thus far were all in vain
but never more, from this day forth,
I feel no pain.
