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Seven
To the devils that hide--
Who sometimes come disguised,
Unforeseen...it was my home in which he resides;
A fraudulent patriarch sent from the dark To disband his malevolence--
He who only preys upon innocence, Unprepared for his arrival,
I could not escape that evil criminal.
So, consumed by despair,
With only my weight to spare, I surrendered to life's entropy;
Truths unbridled and untold,
For the dreams of my brother I behold,
In honor of my mother I chose to carry-- A death of a child for which I bestowed.
Who sometimes come disguised,
Unforeseen...it was my home in which he resides;
A fraudulent patriarch sent from the dark To disband his malevolence--
He who only preys upon innocence, Unprepared for his arrival,
I could not escape that evil criminal.
So, consumed by despair,
With only my weight to spare, I surrendered to life's entropy;
Truths unbridled and untold,
For the dreams of my brother I behold,
In honor of my mother I chose to carry-- A death of a child for which I bestowed.
Published 17th Dec 2022
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