Look at what You’ve done
And what you seeked me out to do
Bury me in time?
When I have just been born to You?!
Maybe made in-vitro
But Your child all the same
Can You stab needles in my temple
And say the I’m to blame?
And wherein lies Your limit
When You’ll stop and see my tears
And how You’ve let your child down
Before it rose to see its years
I’ll be gone before You find my carcass
Say sorry for Your plight
And sorry too for all You’ve done
To kill me in the night
This is the last of my emotional!
The end of April fools
The time of making enimies!
This time its not me,
Its You.
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