I am a child...
I am a child…
I am a child from a father’s belt and a mother’s discipline.
I am a child still receiving parents’ benevolent love.
I am a child that seeks answers in questions.
I am a child that morale was revived form blood, sweat, determination, and tears.
I am a child that faced darkness.
I am a child that faced sin.
I am a child remaining triumphant of the dead corpse I use to be, plucked by crows’ beaks.
I am a child retaining hate that it may not consume what I love.
I am a child prospering with love in order to defend.
I am a child lost in truth and reality, knowing little of what's true but much of what’s false.
I am a child found by Jehovah’s grace.
I am a child seeking knowledge, to fortify others from threats.
I am a child robust with inquisition.
I am a child that is still a child, because I still know nothing.
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