Burning flames gnaw upon my guts
Anguished in flames
Lost control
Eyes weeping fire
While claws uncover
Beginning their journey of revenge
Betrayal that my body rejects
Now howling suffocated in my grave
Took out the gun
Turn to the murder
Speak not
1 shot
2 shots
3 shots
Relief bullets inject through the beast's life
Near its slave
I shot the murder of my own cub
See there, the beast lays,
Anguish played my game
The weapon bleed through the thrones of deceit
Fear consumed those who judge
Now I roam free
While dear child pleas slowly wither through my brain
Oh, my child be at ease
One day I too now will rest in peace
Without regrets and guilt.
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Decaying and Reviving Hope
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