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The Children
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Poems 2004 A temple of boredom,
A church of repulse,
Life's life tis' but seldom,
Death but an impulse,
Spawn of hatred,
Lies create truths,
The innocent are baited,
Destroyed by their youth,
The young blood of the world is tainted,
Laced with sweet, dirty things,
Tears are but painted,
Broken are their wings,
Here comes the sun, breaking the dawn,
There go the children, their futures' gone.
