Broken chains

The dreaded chains
Along with its burgage, pains
Trying to make a burgain
Yet all it brings are wails
Like a nail driven to the nails
Yes, see how it drains when it reigns
Ounce after ounce like rains
Such small bits I’d call ’em grains
Coz yes it leaves stains
And labels disdain
For them that even think to be ordained
Gruesome, is its name Payne.

But one thing I know of the frail
Is its version when under the claim
This which removes the maim
And proves just how much you ain’t lame
For you’re walking the lane
Of those who know…..
IF DEATH COULD NOT HOLD HIM,
WHAT WILL?!!
@Daabris