Petals In The Grass
Punished
I scorn my existence
Lingering distain
Nauseating memories
Recycled thoughts
Brings no closure
Mother
Father
Sister
The three culprits
Guilty of their crimes
Robbing a childs innocence
With whips
Fists
And lewdness
Cowardly acts
That still punish today
Lingering distain
Nauseating memories
Recycled thoughts
Brings no closure
Mother
Father
Sister
The three culprits
Guilty of their crimes
Robbing a childs innocence
With whips
Fists
And lewdness
Cowardly acts
That still punish today
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