Fathering Sorrow

March 18, 2011
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Alas, the death toll bell rings
At the peak of a bloody dawn
An eerie song the ghost sings
For what reason am I drawn?
Body under a grey stone
Thy broken heart heals no more
Looks like the light hasn't shone
No more brain forevermore
18 years never seen
6-foot deep hole is covered
This bad air is oh so keen
All the sorrow I fathered
My heart and mind were once fed
Tell me-which one is more dead?

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