Sleep
My most valued treasure
My only escape
Has been stolen
The thief
He is a cruel little boy
His face says man
And so I trusted
My most valued treasure
My only escape
Has been stolen
I told him
If he ever came back
His head would be on a platter
My most valued treasure
My only escape
Has been stolen
He did come back
And yet
My threats were proven empty
Although
I said
I have no qualms with your death.
But
A parent should never burry their child
And
Mine have
Why make them suffer again?
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