The Confession
I did that!!!
I stabled the child
In his chaste, and kill his dreams
While he wanted help
I saw his pain flew
Before the wick act of mine
Felt his field of pain
I could help him from
His savage time under woe
But I show no love
I could make a spark
Of light made a difference
But I was too sloth
He wailed with strong pain
That I myself felt his wounds
But I was still numb
He was a gold child
‘Cause of his youth or future
Of change, the oil o’ it
I should help him ‘cause
In my times, I was in his
Place, and eke hurt
I had all to help
Him, but I ignored him.
It was my dark eyes…
Whatever his pains
Were, I had the hands of pelf
For I show no clack
Thus, he died under
My sight indirectly for
People, but me – no!
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