Child of the dark dismal pain,
Where the sin-black tears reign.
Holder of the key to torture
A true crime to be sure
Off spring of darkness
Always feeling helpless
The captor of hope and love
Your absolute opposite above
Blackened strength leads to a twisted smile
Hardly seen hardly for a while
You are a momma’s girl
Left alone though to carry this pathetic world
Not to find true anything
Always lusting soothing
You, I, will hate almost everything
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