Suffer said angry mother.
Repent said her cane
as it hit the young child,
as she took the blame.
Bleed said the father
as he punched.
The little boy screamed,
his skin covered in blood.
Discipline, Discipline,
They would cheer.
Die replied the children,
bathed in tears.
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Hypnotic
PoetryThere was something about her that Captivated him. Something that made him stay. Maybe it was the dip of her hips, Or the curl of her toes. The secrets in her smile, That he loved, I suppose. He was drowning in her waters Yet still parched With ecs...
