child of waring house

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I once was a saint pure and true

procting the things closest to me and you

but then came a monster filled hate

we stared from afar, seperated rusty gates

Then before I saw a child

devoid of love, showing and empty smile

he held a toy wish he held dear

so devoid of life..so devoid of fear

 

 

 

 

 

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