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The Pill


The vocation of well being is what I go by,

my life long dream is what will be in reach.

I help thee so that you may one day fly,

I don the White Coat - my sermon - I preach.

 

I preach to thee, to help you see,

I preach to thee to make you believe

I preach the jargon of medicine men - we

I preach to thee so no one will grieve.

 

Never grieve as family maintain health by my hand,

never grieve when the words appear that you mispeak.

Never grieve when perfect health is in high demand,

never grieve for I have the training you seek.

 

Years of training I've undergone to stand tall here,

year of training I've suffered for the benefit of you.

Years of training to be become the medicinal seer,

years of training, I'm here now for you to turn to.

 

Turn to me I give you hope - not an illusion,

turn to me when I lead you to an answer - follow.

turn to me for I understand your confusion

Turn to me, and accept, the pill of health you want to swallow.

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