Poor Baby

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Poor baby, broken and torn

Your fate was decided before you were born

From your mother's lips, your death was sworn

 

Poor baby, because of a mistake

A mistake like any other, that you didn't make 

You suffer and cry, before even reaching life

You die tonight, by your mother's strife

 

Poor baby, until death do you part

When she created your poor beating heart

But she cannot afford for you to  stay

So she asks the doctor, "How do I put it away?"

 

Poor baby, no mercy she had for you

And loving your mom is all you wanted to do

So enjoy the knife she used to cut you so deep

So enjoy now, poor baby, your eternal sleep

 

Poor baby, broken and torn

Your fate was decided before you were born

From your mother's lips, your death was sworn

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