the once upon a time you were
irrevantly perturbed in guilt ridden sin
the little child growing in time long
ages to grow, fed lies which maketh one strong
then; eventually destructive force hits
truth hits hard as a horse with a bit
all hurt, pain, destructive force
catches up energy, dies of course
accepting it is as it is with remorse
existence as a broken horse.
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