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by Adellanuki @ deviantart

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Torn Dreams, My Mothers Screams

Today is the day I wish would go away

The one on which

my father corpse will be on display


As the leaves in the graveyard crunch behind my back

Each though of my father, a personal attack


His bloodline dressed in black

The line which without him has begun to crack


The one for which we have dreaded

The way in which my father’s soul has headed


Brought away by the phantom

of death’s cold hands

It seems as if his soul was meant for higher lands


For we go to mourn his loss

As it is my mother’s sanity that it has cost


The twin souls torn apart

For what reason I ask the dark


In the rain and shadows unending

The reason our hearts are rending


Maybe if he was unending

Our family wouldn’t be bending


We remember the warmth of his grasp

His love for us even when we took last


Though now his debts, upon us are cast

We pray that God may forgive him for his past


While we wish that this day may go away

It’s inevitable that this loss is here to stay


For it was a bullet that ended our dreams

Still to this day I hear my mother’s pained screams

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