Wraith; Child Abuse
Live by memory
Wander and haunt within
As a ghost you kill
As a man, you impress.
Snow couldn’t purify you
God doesn’t want his hands dirty
For I do not guide to the gate
Instead, my feet decrease in altitude
I live by memory
A memory of the disgraced
Should you remember
The wraith you beheld was a kid.
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