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i just hold the boy,
and let him cry..
knowing (from my
own grim past)
what horrors dance
behind his eyes..
that loss of illusion,
innocent and dear!
(which once resembled
paradise.)
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why are people
so damn thoughtless?
so quick to war,
and slow at peace?
at times i think
the end's upon us!
(at times i think we
are diseased.)
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i can tell now by
his tortured stare,
this child is broken
beyond repair..
and wish that i could
steal back paradise!!
(or make somebody
care.)
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these tears i weep
are for a kid,
that i knew before.
(but won't again.)
buried in my
shattered head!
(murdered by the
fists of men.)
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so i just hold the
boy, and let him cry.
knowing (from my
own grim youth!!)
that there Never
Was A Paradise...
(and Death THe
OnlY
TruTh.)
j.stephen.h.
j.stephen.h.
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