No masochist was I born,

            That pain be craved lest I die.

But life enduring,

            Experiences incurring,

                        No choices always have I.

The pain of heart, not inherent to suborn,

            Weighs heavily in face of lie.

For spirit to revive,

            Heart must contrive,

                        To defeat pain and survive.

Let those who would harm,

            With behaviors so cruel,

Wallow in false glory,

Their pleasures just story,

  Denied by moral bounty.

Rejoice in triumph, heart pain soon disarm,

            For no yesterday be today a rebirth.

Tempt not the fates, sorrow be bought,

            Let revenge be not sought,

                        Ere all come to naught.