of sacrifice

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Jacks poem

My life alone, 3 centuries have passed
I was a boy of joy fun and snow
But now ive lost the trance
Of holding all what I know

People have died
And I have cried

Blood on my lips
Crust and dried when I kiss
Which ive not had the chance
The devil he laughs

I ball and feel small, im almost to crawl

When will this saddness end
What is my test?

Unfortunate lives we all assume
But youre so obtuse
My existence it terrifies
And the children they all cry

The Night moon it calls
And I will turn and fall
Untill I see the boy that once died
Saving his kin of sacrifice

Happy, in love… seen

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