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Innocence violently
punctured;
penetrated,
by the seemingly;
pious,
“preacher-teacher”.

The irony is never
missing;
when finding out,
for real,
the encountered
misery;
in the book of Job,
im-
maturely.

Keeping the faith;
through gritted,
infant
mandible.

A cross to bear
that bore a hole.
Apart – lost from
a heart, and, soul.

The day you came;
to geld a foal.
Invaded deep;
with devil’s goal.

You tried to break
my spirit
by taking away
my virtue.
Lucifer rendered
you complicit;
knowing I would
never hurt you.

And, through all the
hardship, fear, and, pain.
All the anguish
that I live through.
All the times I could have
given up, and, gone insane.

I should hate you, and, want you;

dead.

But, better yet,

I forgive you.

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