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Merely
She is but a soul left in this world to wonder.
Another subconscious to plunder.
Another womb to murder.
Just a sheep to the slaughter they gather to plunder.
Never seeing the steal of her soul which was surly what kept her locked in this place.
Such disgrace.
Her hands cease to shake and quake in fear.
And one day her eyes woke to a place that was surly a mistake.
But they could not rip away that Which was truly her source.
Which of course my dear had been the reason for there pain.
It was the brunt of your shoulders that left there stain.
Do you understand yet?
That we are but the past flesh our Ancestors merely walking in the now existence.
© Letitia Adams
Another subconscious to plunder.
Another womb to murder.
Just a sheep to the slaughter they gather to plunder.
Never seeing the steal of her soul which was surly what kept her locked in this place.
Such disgrace.
Her hands cease to shake and quake in fear.
And one day her eyes woke to a place that was surly a mistake.
But they could not rip away that Which was truly her source.
Which of course my dear had been the reason for there pain.
It was the brunt of your shoulders that left there stain.
Do you understand yet?
That we are but the past flesh our Ancestors merely walking in the now existence.
© Letitia Adams
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