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My Daughter

WHEN FAITH IS ASKING QUESTIONS, TEMPORARY TORTURES ARISE, MY STRENGTH FAILS AS IF MEANT FOR ATONEMENT, READING SCRIPTURE HAS MADE THIS SOUL RAGGED, DEATH IS NEEDED EVEN IN LOST NOWS,  THIS FEELING HAS UNCHAINED MY THINKING, YET CERTAIN TRUTHS ARE PAINFULLY MUTE,  TIME HAS LEFT MY MEMORIES IN THE CRADLE, BUT STILL WHISPER TO THE TEMPORARY EMPTY, THE DRIED FLOWERS FROM YOUR REBIRTH ARE FADED, THE PETALS HIDE THE TRUE HAUNTINGS OF LIFE ,  AS THE EARTH CALLS TO GOD, THE SAME I CRY OUT TO MY DAUGHTER...

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