CRY OF AN ABORTED CHILD

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Hey, mother of the dead,
how dreadful are you?
I had loved you with my whole heart,
but I’m afraid you didn’t love me
Instead you threw me from comfort bed
into the land filled with bodies and bones
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I had thought you’re dear-
and you are there
I thought you’ll make good mother,
I never knew you’ll have me murdered.
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You called me from my solace place
you came grinning, you said a hi!
I was so deceived by the fake smile,
but who am I? I just but must comply.
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Here is the punishment to your sin,
The one you committed in the inn,
you shall become a barren,
you shall have nothing but a brutal end.

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