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Set Me Free

There was a baby happy and free The apple of the eye of his family Playing around and hiding in the trees Whoever thought it’s his last smile they see Through the darkness of the jungle came Man-devils whose creation God is to blame Cut the kid down with lethal shots His body ripped like a shattered earthen pot I was the one who led those men Swooping down from our mountain den Snuffing out the little flame of his life My mind, since then, is full of strife The mother came with her eyes in tears The sight sent my body into shivers The boy in her arms looked full of life The hole in his heart told me it was a lie The mother laid the baby on my lap and cried Is this my baby, the one who died? You’re the one who killed him, you devil in disguise May Gods curse you, may heavens you despise Lord! Why did I make this grave mistake? Why was it this kid whose life I had to take? Why did I take a life when I cannot give? Do I have anymore right to live? I cried tears of guilt and pain And gave the grieving mother my gun I told her relieve me of my misery Kill me before I kill again The mother said with a sad smile on her face You have sinned and punishment you must face But killing you would only set you free And I will be the culprit to your family You will suffer everyday of your life You will bleed lots more than my little child You will burn in the self hating fire of hell You will die everyday and live to tell That day on I’ve cried a million tears Hating myself for all these years There’s nothing I can do to escape this hell I feel I am falling into an endless well God! I cannot ask for forgiveness please I cannot ask for salvation All I ask for is to set me free From this dreary life full of misery

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 10/31/2009 5:38:00 AM
Wonderful write Manoj >> James
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Date: 10/31/2009 3:13:00 AM
Manoj, this is deeply moving work. If everyone who did a wrong felt this responsibility, confessed their sin, and asked forgiveness from the one wronged and the family of the one wronged this world would be a better place. Keep writing. Sara
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