My loud sorrow
drips depression
from family walls.
I love my children
I do.
My twisted thoughts
so clear.
Can you hear,
Can you hear Him
calling for them?
My pure children
would be tainted
by my sins
and illusions
Unless I sent them
to Him.
Because I love them
so
much...
It was a special
innocent day.
We all
dressed in white.
I baptized them
along the river
where they used to
laugh and play
They looked so peaceful
as if asleep.
asleep...
asleep??
No!!
What have I
done
to my children?
I wasn't ready!
Please return them!
You MUST
return them!
I wasn't
ready!...
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