This is the disease of sweat and tears,
a road of pain it steers.
In and out like a roaring fire,
can you hear the church choir?
Lives hanging simply by a thread,
lying here, on a death bed.
You can feel yourself burn and ache,
No doctor will admit their mistake.
Loved ones are lost right and left,
Others left shaken by an untimely death.
Their hope was lost,
until a blessing came, frost.
Raging fevers went cool,
robbed the fire of its fuel.
Answer:
An author will choose the genre whose qualities best suit his or her purpose.
Explanation:
There is a clear correlation between genre and purpose, and purpose determines genre, not the other way around.
she presents herself as a patriot
Oranges aren’t such as good as apples. Hope that works!
