The Death Of A Son

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I bleed of man's forgivens as it stains my skin

To carry such burden dislocates my heart

Forced to perform my father's will so that all can win

To which I hope that my love for man will leave a mark

Father I beg of you with dying eyes to save me from such treatment

You can do all things yet you let me fall 

In the oceans of their sins, you watch me drown as I am beaten

The king of man now suited for the dirt where I onced crawled

As I am to watch a mother's love defeated

The devil smiles with pure love under the lifeless sky

To which I pray for man to escape the ways that I've been treated

And may these nails be the truth to the devil's lies.