Those formative times
Filled with meter and rhymes
Lies!
Nothing could stray further from the truth!
A Hell made for Child through lash
A Heaven made for Adult through pain
A shallow regiment yawns from an empty chasm
Swallowing the Child into nothingness
A Child, beaten, violated, lashed
Taught to fear, taught to behave
REBEL!
Flay those!
Or submit?
A Child stuck between two Hells
Ice and Fire, peace and war
Why?
I do not understand
Why such pain visited upon the innocent?
Why such pleasure and malice in their oppressors?
The Child was reincarnated into a damned soul.
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