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Bastards in Caskets
Dead baby in a crib of thorns,
One last spittle of blood on a dirty bib,
He won’t cry anymore.
Mommy doesn’t feel bad,
Didn’t deserve an accidents’ torture,
She won’t suffer anymore.
And Daddy doesn’t care either way.
One last spittle of blood on a dirty bib,
He won’t cry anymore.
Mommy doesn’t feel bad,
Didn’t deserve an accidents’ torture,
She won’t suffer anymore.
And Daddy doesn’t care either way.
Published 4th Jun 2011
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6th Jun 2011 4:41am
whoa!
very well written down to earth,no holds barred
you did a touchy subject justice.
fair play!
very well written down to earth,no holds barred
you did a touchy subject justice.
fair play!
Anonymous
- Edited 15th May 2018 9:40pm
6th Jun 2011 8:20am
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6th Jun 2011 11:05am
6th Jun 2011 11:55am
this is so incredibly raw .. you've done an amazing write here .. thanks for sharing :)
Anonymous
- Edited 16th May 2018 3:40pm
21st Nov 2011 10:54pm
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