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My Child
Oh, how life is nothing but a wasted breath for those who hate the sight of a blooming rose. Oh how I despise he who does not love, but seeks to end his foes. I fear that greed is born, as compassion and kindness is lost. My child, how shall I, your father shelter you from harm? How shall I sing you sweet songs of peace, when I should breathe just to teach you of honour and I fear there is no honour in a lie. Nor does my heart beat at ease when your peers die… I swear it to you, I love, I hate, I fear and yet I’m brave… I swear it to you. I run, I stare into the sky with passion, wondering… as to wonder is in my kind for I am human and so are you my child… You have a mother that gave you life, like I and all that breathe under the sky… So I my child, I cry. I cry because I can not understand why a soul has to die… Why some would kill and deprive a father of an innocent smile. Why we speak to hurt when all of us feel inside Why my child? I wonder why. Oh, how life is everything. Precious, Priceless and kind.
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