The Walk Of Sorrow
Oh how cold it has got tonight.
Even as fire lights the sky.
A canvas of destruction.
An abolished future,
A little boy walks the streets searching for food for his sister.
He steps in the wrong place and boom he's gone.
I have been covered in his entrails and I never wanted to be.
His sister will die.
And their not really anything I can do because I don't know where she is.
God if you hear me.
I'm sorry I didn't search fast enough.
I'm sorry I couldn't hear her cries.
I'm sorry I couldn't catch her tear dropp as she made her last unanswered plea.
Born in sin.
Live in sin.
Die in sin.
Where it begins it will also come to an end.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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