The Blood Of A Child Cried Louder Than A Roaring Lion

The Blood Of A Child Cried Louder Than A Roaring Lion short poem

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I am your child,yet you choose to ignore that fact
I am your flesh the fruit that proved other trees that said you can not bear wrong.
I shamed your enemies
Wrapped their faces in shame with believe that you’re
A shadow,a life time mark
I in your stomach fought for you made you smile when I get a chance.
But when it’s your time to give me happiness
To cherish me,to love you instead showed me light buy never your face you ran away from me
Not even a letter you left for me to read
But where ever you are know that there’s nothing better than my love that I gave you,
know that you are praised for bringing me to see light
And know that your hated for not staying

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