Every night i yell
The fruititions of your embarrassment
Me
You turned your faith
You where discusted
By what they told you
How could you love me
Born despicable, unloved
Me, unwanted
You wanted someone to love
He came to you
Reprieve
An offer for your soul
The curse?
The curse?
The curse?
Your ailment
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You tried to hid it
Win your way back
To your god
To your god
To your god's
HEAAARRRTTTT!!!
Banished
Crossed
Fell to the Fallen One
Turned your faith
Fell from grace
Ran
You wanted another son
Lost in the shadows of Naught
You wanted a gift from above
Unborn brother
You fell further
Me desperate for you
Gave her the final push
Found him
You begged
For another son
Your "gift"
Alvin
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Poetrywhat would you do for the love of a son, would you make a deal that could cost you more than your soul this poem is based of the first 10 years of my life....enjoi
