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The sin of the childs kin

Contributed by MajesticPoet on Monday, 12th January 2004 @ 07:32:47 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



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His innocence scorn,
His choice forced on him,
His childhood torn,
By someone considered his kin.

Scared for his life,
He did as he was told,
Never a weapon used, not until that one night,
When the child decided it was all getting old.

Was off the impurities,
Clean away the sin,
Regain is own securities,
No one would touch him again.

He walks in the room,
Shaking like a leaf,
He remembers the touching, remembers the gloom,
This child still in disbelief.

He closes his eyes tight,
Almost as if he shut the world out,
He held the gun that night,
Not opening his eyes, until the gun made a shout.

Inside his heart lives the monstrosities of reality,
His mind filled with the inhumanities of insanity,
Never to be touched again with impurities,
For his soul will forever tell a horrid story.

It was not the childhood he would seek,
So young he was, he had his life stolen,
A memory of pain forever he would keep,
For this childs wings had fallen.

What will come of this child?
No one may never know,
For his pain was not mild,
We pary it will heal, and his heart will grow!




Copyright © MajesticPoet ... [ 2004-01-12 07:32:47]
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Re: The sin of the childs kin (User Rating: 1 )
by Necromant on Monday, 12th January 2004 @ 07:39:48 AM AEST
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Oh my god! So sad! So true!! Wow this one is really.......majestic (lol) You prove to deserve your nick! It makes you think about the cruelty of life, poor children!!! Great writing keep on going! (And get well soon)

Anne ;)


Re: The sin of the childs kin (User Rating: 1 )
by driping_blood on Tuesday, 27th January 2004 @ 11:58:18 PM AEST
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i dont know what to say the little kid had guts i wish i could do the same some times but i think of how my mom would take my dads death cant put her through that the only thing she did wrong was sticking up for him when he was rong




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