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Thursday, 9 June 2016

Poem: Fruit of Our Sin

It was desire that brought you out, 
Roughened you, beating you about 
And tonight you learn to doubt 
The values we used to swear by 
They have gotten in your way 
And turned you weary, wary.

The hardened you knows no forgiveness, 
It is as foreign as painlessness, 
The mellow lullabies were luxuries 
We never indulged you in. 
So now you lay in the darkened inn 
Wondering why you were the fruit of our sin. 

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