This Thing

There is this thing
Which cannot be seen

Doctors have names
For the damage it does
But they know not the cause
Not even one

Some things can be cured
Some things go away
But this learned thing
Lead the world astray

Pray, please pray,
night and day,
Silence its sound
Do as I say

No time to waste,
Bitter aftertaste,
No life inside,
The body disgraced
A face replaced

I knew they lied,
So hard I tried
Hands and soul tied
Nary a bride,
Although I was right,
They were the reasons,
The reasons I died.

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