Three Days of Pain

As he lay there, broken in body and soul
His buttocks bleeding, smelling quite foul!
The man's legs atrophied, grew cold and stiff
His own bed, stained from the blood, got a whiff
He truly felt like falling off the highest point of a cliff!
Alas, in favor of the young human being, the pain left
Thank the Maker; He took the pain away, sneaky theft!
All that was left is a hideous crater, one like a bad cleft
After forty years, our fellow passed away; Never again will he feel the terrible Three Days of Pain.
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