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It's no surprise, this violent guise
Has only lasted so long
Lived since birth with no remorse
Or desire to compromise
Now this hate will dissipate
To leave a lifeless hollow
Who shall come to see this son
Lying with his eyes closed
Behind these lids a silent bliss
To be removed from a world so cold
The timely eye that never arrived
Could have seen his life of sorrow
His mother never loved her son
A being taking up her time
She cursed the babe that bore her pain
Who reminded her of his father's name
And the things he did to take her
And the things they did to keep him
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Cherrie
Please see my writings at http://cherrieland.blogspot.com or occasional outbursts of emotion (through words) at http://parallelcherrieland.blogspot.com
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