Sweet Child

Monday, December 12, 2010 . 1 comment » . Posted in General

Macy, take thy poor child for granted
His young cold blood bleeds in gloom
But he has hoarded love and concord
Nor did your eyes seen, or ears heard
Macy, why did you kill your poor child?
His pale face, sore eyes know no pain
But he has put a wish to the mankind
And they pierced his chest, ah vicious
O Macy, why have you betrayed him?
Like the prickle thrusting through in
Like the darkness clouding around in
O Mother Macy, why, why have you?
Weep, O Weep, he is dead, just dead


One Comment

  1. SEPO

    >good one!
    but
    why such sad posts! both taking about death?!

    looking forward to read something cheerful next time!

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