I read today lies written in ink
Bitterness, venom , so much hate
I have become resigned to it
and immune of late.
Love fades, then dies and starts to stink
life's too short and it's just fate
One day the truth will out but it will, I think
be far too late. I must wait.
The truth is written in blood.
So many tears and so much mud.
But for you my child its all too late
the blood is yours, a future fed on hate.
The wounds may heal
but the scars will remain forever
Our child's innocence destroyed
So not good and so not clever.
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