Wounded at heart
Spirit retreats in shock
Thoughts become twisted
Another lost lamb in the flock
The cries from the child
A family possibly ignores
Turns silent with age
As the embers of rage continue to burn in the forge
Arrested development
For those afflicted seldom refrain from
Escaping the servitude of
A life filled with pain and shame
The past is gone
But shadows still remain
Keeping us from healing
The wages of sin
The siege of a new campaign
The trespasses of others
Made not from malice
They are not wicked
Only unaware,a bit rude, a bit callous
We curse at the world
When all is said and done
But the trouble begins
When you think only of yourself
A futile cry for help
A chaos felt next to none
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DCG
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