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this na
ïve child will grow,from innocence to another,morbid soul lost in the flow of life...forevernever asked to be born,parents bear him, not of choice,leaving this infant torn,ever so early in lifeit's easy to see the cuts,that this child reems,a tear falls from his eye,as he hears his mother scream17 years have come and gone,this child is now a man,6 feet tall, as cold as steel,this time he takes his standa life of hell is washed away,following a gunshot blast,the madman dies in a pool of blood,laid to rest at last
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