Sophia
By John Kaniecki
A
child of incest
This
pure angelic dove
Of
raging raping conquest
With
no tender act of love
But
she is a child
Sweet,
innocent
But
she is a child
With
nothing to repent
I
see the cross
Spray painted upon the wall
It's
a heavy cross
For
one so small
Smile,
dream
Let
life lazily flow by
In
time
For
the crime
You
shall scream
And
cry
A
child of incest
Take
my trembling hand
The
wages of sin
We
all understand
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