Page one of my sorcerers tome
Manifests for the homeless a home
With these incantations I speak
Strength shall embolden the weak
Page five of my conjurers script
Dissolves our bonds to the crypt
My words like waves from the sea
Create new limbs for the amputee
Page ten of my ancient grimoire
A cure for violence, hate, and war
Prayers for those who suffer great
Understanding so we all can relate
Last page of my magical scroll
Brings a calming peace to the soul
Finally, to the next wizard I tell
Do as I did, and all will be well
I believe grief has many stages
And some pain, nothing assuages
So I keep searching through these pages
hoping to pay the wages
For just a moment of relief
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