Bad Blood

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Young I was by then

On that silent dreadful night

Cornered I was in a dark cold spot

Shaking with fearful thoughts in my head

Warm rated tears sliding down my chubby cheeks

But my blood raced with a cold shiver

His hands burning a scar on my right arm

As he pulled me back to his deathbed

Screaming was another failed plan

As my chances of trying to escape and run away

The world seemed to not pay attention

To helpless little ol me in the lion's den

It felt like it was on with this conspiracy

All I have now is this poisonous emotion

Revenge flushing in my tender nerves

A solution of both rage and despair

Tempting to bolt out

Stale yet acrid like the kerosene

That fueled not only the lamp

That lit your shrine that night

But the detailed burning memory

Of how you selfishly robbed away

My source of joy and wonder.

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~P.S. Let's join hands to stop the malpractice of child defilement

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