I pretend I am a nurturer
I whisper into the air
My endearments of love
And, thus my gloom, I forswear
I wear a cloak of sainthood
Where nothing fazes me
As I march on alleviating
The distresses of humanity
And, yet the once I pause
Assessing my balance sheet
The moment I seek a miracle
The universe has me beat.
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